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Boy is in his bed |
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Lying, not sleeping |
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Listening to the stories of the old: |
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"They make your blood boil |
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He who goes into the forest after nightfall |
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Will not live to see the morning sun" |
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One girl is on his mind |
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Before his eyes in dreams |
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Always in the white, |
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Daisies in her hair |
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Never leaving him |
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They will take your body |
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They will take your soul |
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Make you dance |
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Make you dance all night long... |
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He saw her one day |
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On his way home |
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She was dancing, not walking |
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Turned into the woods |
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Not wanting to loose her |
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"He entered the forest |
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As the sun was setting down |
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Without a fear, but with love, |
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Enchanted with her eyes |
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His heart is still, |
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His soul peaceful, |
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Body covered in daisies..." |
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"They will take your body |
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They will take your soul |
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Make you dance |
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Make you dance all night long... Small price for a dance |
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With the fairies..." |
