| Valkerie, Valkerie,
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| Like the mist through the trees
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| I cross the middle filed
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| She is born apon the Greece, she’s kind to where I live
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| There is no doubt she come for me
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| He said last faith to gree my worryes over now
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| This the price I barely brake
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| Surreder to her light it’s shines for love
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| And do we did
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| Valkerie, Valkerie,
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| See the parth the head of me
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| They fakery do the thoughn
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| One two house that I come home
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| The blze I will be know
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| Well I’ll be gone
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| Carry me,
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| Valkerie, Valkerie,
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| Valkerie, Valkerie,
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| Now I’m ready over the dawn we are as one
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| Now I see
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| Now we making fine end and diseire
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| Just stay with me Valkerie
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| Valkerie, Valkerie,
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| Valkerie, Valkerie,
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| Valkerie, Valkerie,
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| Valkerie, Valkerie |