| Poor girl she was damned
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| They feared her snow-white hair
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| «she is a witch!» |
| they said
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| They wanted to burn her one day
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| Mother to save baby dyed her hair with black
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| But they came light blue
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| At midsummer nights I hear your scream
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| I can’t believe that you’ve disappeared
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| You want to be found just to be free
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| At midsummer nights I feel your breath
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| You will forever make hear your beat
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| Your spirit doesn’t lye over the sky
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| Storm covered the sky
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| Your shout killed the light
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| Your red rag ball was rolling
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| Into the dark room fallen
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| Clouds cried on the castle with your eyes
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| No more they found you
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| At midsummer nights I hear your scream
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| I can’t believe that you’ve disappeared
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| You want to be found just to be free
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| At midsummer nights I feel your breath
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| You will forever make hear your beat
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| Your spirit doesn’t lye over the sky
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| At midsummer nights I feel your breath
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| At midsummer nights I hear your scream |