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Sep 2016
sweetheart, sweetheart
here we come
from the hill nearby the river
we will take your first-born son
we will take and will deliver

sweetheart, sweetheart
close your eyes
he'll be taken to a palace
where nothing ends or dies
shines aurora borealis

sweetheart, sweetheart
here we are
singing songs of constellations
he will be our shining star
our blessing or damnation
Friedrich Morgenstern
Written by
Friedrich Morgenstern  Moscow, Russia
(Moscow, Russia)   
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