| Sunday, Sunday, where have you been
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| Your emerald eyes
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| Like your hands, reaching out to me?
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| The wolves are out tonight
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| Under the hunter’s moon
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| Cinnabar staining the hem of her lace
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| She’s starting to blush
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| But the moon helps to pale her face
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| «The groom has gone», she sighed
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| And slept for a hundred years
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| Sunday’s child and the wolf were wed
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| To Monday’s child with her empty head
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| Tuesday’s child seemed to know the answer
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| Sister Monday, what did you find?
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| «I found it all
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| But somehow I lost my mind
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| East of the universe
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| And north of a snowbound star
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| Oberon told me: 'The devil lives there!'
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| Maybe he stole it
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| And it could be anywhere
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| One soul in silent millions
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| Trying to get back home
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| Sunday’s child and the wolf were wed
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| To Monday’s child with her empty head
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| Tuesday’s child seemed to know the answer
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| Sunday’s child and the wolf were wed
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| To Monday’s child with her empty head
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| Tuesday’s child seemed to know the answer
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| Sunday’s child and the wolf were wed
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| To Monday’s child with her empty head
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| Tuesday’s child seemed to know the answer |