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, do you love me?. I can drive a Cadillac. Across the Irish sea When I've finished doing that. I know where I want to be. 'Cos I'm your baby and you love me Spirits of ancient Egypt. Shadows of
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The screaming winds are begging, no choice, no options left. But to seek aid from the ancient ones, deserters of the coral legion. Memories from a golden age, unveiling knowledge to navigate by the
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All hail to the Lords of the Ring. To the magic and mystery they bring. To the music in their story All hail to the Lords of the Ring. To the magic and mystery they bring. To the lands of ancient
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"My son ask for thyself another kingdom. For that which I leave is too small for thee". Near to the east. In a part of ancient Greece. In an ancient land called Macedonia. Was born a son. To Philip
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. . (Harp ditty). . (Oboe solo). . Now the old folk tell of an ancient bell. . Somewhere sunk in the meadow. . But the shepherd there with the snow white hair. . Just sings in the evening shadows
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Bài hát Đồng Hồ Tuyết - Trương Vĩnh Đạt. Flames of fire, burns the sky. In the blackened night, I hear the. Ancient cry saddened tears, falls from above. Storms of grief, embrace my soul. Through the
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It's that ancient love. That you won't outgrow. It's the fee you pay. It's the debt you owe. It's that subtle way. That you throw me down. I am inches above. The dust on the ground I await
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aching jib. The streets are built on ancient bones. And the crib are the?. . Chorus. While the mistral blow it all away. While the mistral blow away. While the mistral blow it all away. Won't it
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the snake. Ride the snake to the lake. The ancient lake. The snake is long, seven miles. Ride the snake He's old and his skin is cold. The West is the best. The West is the best. Get here and
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He's a fairy feller. The fairy folk have gathered round the new moons shine. To see the feller crack a nut at night's noon time. To swing his axe he swear's. As he climbs he dare's. To deliver
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What a strange meadow lark,. To be singing oh so sweetly in the park tonight,. All alone meadowlark?. Are you dreaming of the moons that burned so bright,. And of love in flight? Can't you sleep
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What a strange meadow lark,. To be singing oh so sweetly in the park tonight,. All alone meadowlark?. Are you dreaming of the moons that burned so bright,. And of love in flight? Can't you sleep
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Sitting down,. Sleeping city sidewalks,. To see what light and darkness brings. . A man in the moons,. That can't carry a smile,. Can't have smile in the back of the head. . I start to spare