| It reads like a fairytale
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| And that’s what it was
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| Young man in his prime
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| Young girl from the cross
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| The most perfect of strangers
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| And then the night closed in And the holy ground took care of everything
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| Now she was a fine one
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| And he was a handsome man
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| One look was enough
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| And away they ran
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| They spent many happy hours
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| And then the night closed in And the holy ground took care of everything
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| Oh what’s the use in complaining
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| In for a penny in for a pound
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| I remember the loving time
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| And nothing else really counts
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| And I recall the promise they made
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| With a faith I can but admire
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| That she’d be the one he adored
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| And he’d be her heart’s desire
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| It didn’t come true in the end
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| They went their separate ways
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| He couldn’t change what he was
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| She wasn’t ready to wait
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| They couldn’t live in the daylight
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| They let the night close in And the holy ground took care of everything
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| I remember the loving time
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| And nothing else really counts |