| It comes in, the sound is serious
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| says mull’on a strange thing
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| the dog found something terrible on the ground.
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| How can this be who the reason was,
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| who made the little angel a tear?
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| The world is quiet and staring at the floor.
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| This is the last one, hey Anna-Liisa, the last one,
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| this is the last of the night.
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| It was a horrible autumn full of shame,
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| you were alone, you hoped it wouldn't disappear
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| the heart in pieces, in the frost the head and the earth.
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| This is the last one, hey Anna-Liisa, the last one
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| this is the last of the night.
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| They always said that
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| may you be good, tender and good, gentle and sweet
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| Whenever they said
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| may you be good, tender and good loving and sweet,
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| you remembered that morning
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| so fragile and cool
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| and the tomb was black and deep, black and deep
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| and the scroll is quiet, quiet.
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| The wind hurts, but the wounds do not hurt
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| you are a bad, worthless rebellion
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| Someone sighs fortunately not our girl oo.
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| This is the last one, hey Anna-Liisa, the last one
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| this is the last of the night.
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| They always said that
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| may you be good, tender and good, gentle and sweet
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| Whenever they said
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| can you be good, tender and good, gentle and sweet,
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| you remembered that morning
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| so fragile and cool
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| and the tomb was black and deep, black and deep
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| and the scroll is quiet, quiet.
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| They always said that
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| may you be good, tender and good, gentle and sweet.
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| Whenever they said
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| can you be good, tender and good, gentle and sweet,
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| you remembered that morning
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| so fragile and cool
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| and the tomb was black and deep, black and deep
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| and the scroll is quiet, quiet. |