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Once was a legend of old |
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In the time of days long ago |
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The clattering beat of a horse on the street |
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He appeared from the fog like a ghost |
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I could feel him heading this way |
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A storm was filling the air |
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If the truth be told, when the winds blow cold |
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They are warning you to beware |
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No, the wild cannot be tamed |
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Keeper of the flame |
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We wondered what devil is this |
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Who appears from out of the mist |
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With a crack of a whip, and a wave of his fist |
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He was cursed and |
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I was bewitched |
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Haunted by seeing his face |
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Through the mirror the smoke and the haze |
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So hard to see, through the dark mystery |
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The illusion was part of the game |
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Be careful of what you wish for |
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And make sure when it knocks at your door |
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It's what you need, not some fantasy |
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That will haunt you forever more |
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Let it be what you need, not some fantasy |
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That will haunt you forever more |
