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She walks where silence wears a crown
In crimson threads that weigh her down
Eyes like questions, sharp and deep
A mirror holds the truths we keep
The lady in red, she doesn’t speak
Her steps are loud, her gaze is bleak
Is she the flame, or just the spark?
A fleeting light inside the dark
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We chase her shadow, step in line
But she’s no prisoner of time
The lady in red, she fades away
Leaving us to find our way