| As a child, a gypsy woman predicted to me that I,
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| If I love much, then I will destroy my beloved,
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| That I will not forgive treason and cruelly avenge:
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| Not on purpose, but from evil I will turn him into a donkey.
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| Eeyore-ia-ia-ia-ia-ia-ia
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| He was a very nice guy, but why did he cheat?
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| And then it all began, the prediction came true,
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| And suddenly I lost control over myself
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| And the unfortunate man began to moan, overgrown with gray wool.
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| Eeyore-ia-ia-ia-ia-ia-ia
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| I'm a witch, oh, I'm a witch
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| Such is my difficult fate,
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| I am empowered
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| But my love is doomed to misfortune.
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| And my beloved stayed with me forever.
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| And he followed me on the heels here and there.
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| I sometimes noticed how my dear suffers,
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| And I felt sorry for the donkey - I grazed it in the meadow.
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| Eeyore-ia-ia-ia-ia-ia-ia
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| I wanted to somehow return the appearance of a sweetheart,
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| I tried my best, but it didn't help.
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| He pounded his hooves, shouted like a donkey,
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| And he twirled his tail, he wanted to be a man ...
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| Eeyore-ia-ia-ia-ia-ia-ia
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| I'm a witch, oh, I'm a witch
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| Such is my difficult fate,
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| I am empowered
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| But my love is doomed to misfortune.
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| Only he realized that he was doomed to the sunset of his days
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| To be a suffering donkey under my care,
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| And in the end, finally, he brought his end closer:
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| He drank something, ate something, and the poor fellow died.
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| Eeyore-ia-ia-ia-ia-ia-ia
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| I'm a witch, oh, I'm a witch
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| Such is my difficult fate,
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| I am empowered
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| But my love is doomed to misfortune.
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| You are a witch, oh, I am a witch
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| Such is my difficult fate,
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| I am empowered
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| But my love is doomed to misfortune. |