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A little girl, almost a woman |
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So pretty, so young |
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Sweet dress, shining hair |
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Dancing alone above the meadow |
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Smile on her divine face |
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Red lips and green eyes |
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The most beautiful creature |
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That mortaks have ever seen |
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But her eyes were empty like a well that has run dry |
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The mad child is dancing her endless dance at night |
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Dancing to her death, to the dark open grave |
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Knowing nothing about her own destiny |
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One soul has gone |
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Lost in somewhere |
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The young mind has fallen |
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Into misery |
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Hey little girl |
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What is in your mind? |
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Can't you stop this dance you're dancing in the night? |
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Chorus |
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The morning has come |
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Before our eyes |
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The young beauty lying |
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Under the godless sky |
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The mad child is sleeping |
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Her empty sleep |
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And finally leaves |
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To eternity |
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Chorus |
