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 De vita Vacabou |
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She pricked her eyes and my blood ran cold
And then turned into gold
She bobbed her head up and down
And up and down again
I never expected to see you now
Although you're always there
Just like an angel of night, you stand
The mountains echoed back my shout
And words were scattered all over the ground
I'm in two minds on every account
But I'm happy to see you up about
It was a hunch, I know...
Please don't ask me why I'll think of you
As long as I live
But I'll never understand...
The sea is warm today
Just like an angel of death
You come
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