| In a cold morning in the north of the world
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| Where the fields are black and dead
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| There’s a storm of ice falling down from the stars
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| They’re squeezing my brain 'til my thoughts are vanished
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| The queen of Siam won’t die
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| With wings of iron — and eyes of fire
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| In infernal light — she gets higher and higher
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| The black gates of hell — in unsupport size
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| I’m weeping some tears — (they) creep out of my eyes
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| At the end of the world on a distant island
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| A lady in night — a gypsy in darkness
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| Gorgonic eyes will change my mind
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| Strange woman charms stone into blood
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| The queen of Siam won’t die
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| With wings of iron — and eyes of fire
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| In infernal light — she gets higher and higher
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| The black gates of hell — in unsupport size
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| I’m weeping some tears — (they) creep out of my eyes
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| The queen of Siam won’t die
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| Now you can still hear the cry
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| The life was only a lie
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| You ought to say her good-bye
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| Just take a look into her eyes — you’ll see
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| Only heaven knows there is no refuse
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| She knows all the things you never saw
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| You’re so close to me gypsy lady tell me why
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| The queen of Siam won’t die |