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There is a legend in the land of California of a Queen who rides by night and taunts the watchers of the heart to follow |
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And this I've heard and of the few who've seen her fewer yet have followed |
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They say she comes at midnight |
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And picks her lovers carefully |
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So very carefully, without a sound |
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This lady of the night |
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La Senora Del Noche, Dios |
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She rides a white-spotted stallion |
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And wears a suit of red Spanish wine |
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And fills a blouse of white Spanish lace |
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A black cordovan hat with dancing fringe adorns her face |
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Her face smooth as almonds |
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Her raven locks, curling at the temples |
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And her eyelids, how they quiver with dignity |
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And her eyes, Oh! her eyes, like sabers, sabers cutting |
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the night away, cutting the night away |
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And always she rides, looking back over her shoulders |
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Her shoulders, so haughty, so high born |
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As if to say, Catch me if you can |
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Oh man, oh man |
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And if You follow, the sky will swallow |
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And I will leave you my love |
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In the willows by the Mountain |
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The big Blue Mountain with the white-silver cone |
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And you will wait |
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And you will wait |
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Till it will open |
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