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soft is the kiss of death

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The long road leads unto the hills

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In her white linen dress !

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Sweet young lass out on her own


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Young boy !

It's time now !

You should appear !


( oh the  story comin down )

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Soon perhaps

We shall return

Or maybe in a 1000 years

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Bless the children


Every one



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