| She was sweet and seventeen
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| First time from home
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| He was a stranger
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| To her and in the town
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| Where they first met
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| In a club in Paris, long time ago
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| This is how the fairy-tale begins
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| A tale of true love
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| She’d changed into an angel
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| Shining wisdom and love
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| When they met again
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| She’d chosen him to be
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| Her first man, the first time
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| In tenderness and warmth
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| And then they felt real love
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| As it’s meant to be
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| So deeply, so true
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| Universal and free
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| Without a thought of distrust
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| Together they grew
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| This is how the fairy-tale goes on
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| A tale of true love
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| He never thought that this could change
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| She was a dream come true he made her a woman
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| She’d healed his wounds
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| So their minds and their hearts
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| And bodies were one
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| But the gods have chosen
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| Another destiny
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| And after several years
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| She knew, she had to go and left him
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| Cause angels are free
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| Like the wind
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| Since then, they’re separated
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| Still there’s this love they had
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| Even though they’ve taken
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| Separate ways
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| They belong
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| Together
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| Forever
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| And always
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| This is a tale of
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| Real love
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| Words: Marcus Testory
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| Music: Marcus Testory, Robin Hoffmann |