LYRIC

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tout le monde est mon!

even that beautiful isle of dusk

the moon is crazy
mystifying
mirror of sea waves me to my fortune

over the hill in the shadows they wait me
so many of them
im fears own

but

the ghost tells me:
remember the lovers?
the serpent and the apple tree
and he who fell from grace

mine is the fear now

it is my gift i present generously

look into my arrow kind king

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