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She is still squirming
Her jagged and dewy gown
Blows in the wind moonlight meadow
On her face a bloody scar
But she loves dreaming
She loves alone being
In the grey light loudy yellow
From the sky our tears splitting
And she began to cry
And her tears on the sky
Like her face in my mind
Like a scar on the heart
But she loves dreaming
She loves alone being
In the grey light loudy yellow
From the sky our tears splitting