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She was golden and of milky skin |
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Peace at heart far from all suffering |
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She was under Venus' spell |
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A Goddess pure from higher heavens fell |
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He held the scene, a poignant gleam |
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When he won her heart just with a beam |
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He approached so near, her trembling bliss |
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She was sold in slavery with just a kiss |
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He paused to draft forbidden rites |
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Whispering her false advice |
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And so he pleased his wicked needs |
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With all her innocence for years |
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...for countless years |
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From that day she lost all of her grace |
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Her decadence prevailed and drenched her face |
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Fairytales and stories told are fallen to pieces, fallen to pieces |
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When will she see the innocent array? |
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When will she finally embrace |
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The harmony of life so long well deserved? |
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Worth being lived to the end |
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She walked a labyrinth gazing the stars |
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Searched an exit way throughout that dark |
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Little Baroness chained to the night |
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Possessed, bewitched and haunted to her plight |
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He held the scene, a poignant gleam |
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When he won her heart just with a beam |
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He approached so near, her trembling bless |
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She was sold in slavery with just a kiss... with just one kiss... |
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From that day she lost all of her grace |
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Her decadence prevailed and drenched her face |
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Fairytales and stories told are fallen to pieces, fallen to pieces |
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When will she the innocent array? |
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When will she finally embrace |
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The harmony of life so long well deserved? |
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Worth being lived to the end |
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From that day she lost all of her grace |
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Her decadence prevailed and drenched her face |
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Fairytales and stories told are fallen to pieces, fallen to pieces |
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When will she the innocent array? |
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When will she finally embrace |
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The harmony of life so long well deserved? |
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Worth being lived to the end |