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I wanna hide behind you My lady fair... I noticed your graceful petting with hands never hauled when you touched me young caressed my fevered head all night beside my bed... You guide me Maa when I lost my way You shaped me when I was just a mould to be... It was you Maa, My dear... it was your hands of love...
Through the Mist It's a cold night, a moonlit night i strolled on the grass barefoot feet drenched in the pearly dews I stared at the twinkling stars As I was moving on Something moved, a silhoutte my ancestor caveman, wild and ignorant at a distance, under the giant oak tree Eternity passed, moonlit fog dances I cannot see the wandering outsider was that a glimpse or ghost? oh my ghost love!
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