Arc Gotic Oh My Little Doll
A voice echoes inside
'I'll never have you'
And the ache falls
Like an orphans curse
I see you across the lake
Mourning for my soul
Oh, my little doll
The time is so advanced
I dance
In the narrow
Purple meadows
I sometimes meet her
And we dance
We dance
And the voice inside me
Starts laughing
Till it changes
To violent sick coughing
In the purple meadows
We meet
