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For my delight |
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Swift as the wind flies |
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His chariot and wings |
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Shine in the light of a thousand suns |
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For he comes from the land of no night |
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He comes from the land of no night |
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There is no land |
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The night is all around my child |
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You must stop imagining all this |
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You must stop imagining all this |
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For your own good |
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Why don't you go with the rest and play downstairs |
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Closing my eyes |
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I see him so clear |
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The blood on his sword |
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Flashes so bright as it |
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Falls to the skulls by his feet |
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But his eyes they know all things |
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His eyes they know all |
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There is no blood |
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No-one knows all my child |
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You must stop imagining all this |
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You must stop imagining all this |
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For your own good |
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Why don't you go with the rest and play downstairs |
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Swift as the wind |
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Stay if you will now |
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Seeing you again will be in your castle so fair |
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But I make take some time on the way |
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And I may spend some time downstairs |