| 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?
|
| 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
|
| 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 |