A voice echoes inside
'i'll never have you'
And the ache falls
Like an orphans curse

I see you across the lake
Mourning for my soul
Oh, my little doll
The time is so advanced

I dance

In the narrow

Purple meadows
I sometimes meet her
And we dance

We dance

And the voice inside me
Starts laughing
Till it changes
To violent sick coughing
In the purple meadows
We meet

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