| She came up from the north,
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| on a star, riding high.
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| She came up from the north,
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| and I still don’t know why.
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| The sun got blackless when, she came,
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| My sundown would not be the same.
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| She came up from the north,
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| and I still don’t know why.
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| The river and the world had dried,
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| And why she chose my place to die.
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| Sleep beauty cries, dreaming the joys,
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| of night…
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| See in you sleep, small pains will set,
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| and then we weep…
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| She came up from the north,
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| on a star, riding high.
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| She came up from the north,
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| and she knocks, at my door.
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| I couldn’t keep her anymore,
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| The last one clashed on the foor… |