| You wake up under pale skies, in a white and dragged dress
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| Like a princess lost in melancholy in need of a caress
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| With a bow I pay my reverence and invite you to bestir
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| So please take my hand, I do demand to be my lady, I’ll be your sir
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| So here we are, we’ve vanished like two spirits in the fog
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| The first place we will visit is a foul and crooked bog
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| I’ll take you away through lands of make believe
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| Where wildest dreams come true
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| If your skin will crawl don’t be afraid of what you’ll see
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| Now close your eyes and count to three — come to me…
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| Where the trees have a face and they whisper
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| And the wolves will be howling your name
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| Where the spiders are not going to blister
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| And the crows will sing loud this refrain
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| The second place a meadow of the sweetest darkest taste
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| Where all things dressed and naked can live without disgrace
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| Three ugly witches gather with vicious sexual thoughts
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| While the druids are glowering madly, sighing loud and smoking pots
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| I’ll take you away through lands of make believe
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| Where wildest dreams come true
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| If your skin will crawl don’t be afraid of what you’ll see
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| Now close your eyes and count to three — come to me…
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| Where the trees have a face and they whisper
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| And the wolves will be howling your name
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| Where the spiders are not going to blister
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| And the crows will sing loud this refrain
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| Where the trees have a face and they whisper
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| And the wolves will be howling your name
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| Where the spiders are not going to blister
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| And the crows will sing loud this refrain
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| «If your skin will crawl don’t be afraid of the things you will see
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| In this night, the fright will cease — and all uncertainties will fade»
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| And the crows will sing loud this refrain
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| «And the wolves will be howling your name» |