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Twenty eight thousand years ago |
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In winds of Jasper |
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Heavy stood wood against the stone |
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Arrow bent past her |
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She watched as you came falling |
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Through air where you were bare |
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Closing on both her hands |
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You were in bound gold |
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Hera |
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In the morning she'll wake you |
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Come the hour of Hera |
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In the morning she'll wake you |
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Twenty eight thousand years ago |
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By arms of Jasper |
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Ready as you came close to share |
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Water drew 'round her |
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Colors were rich and fair |
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You'd never dared to care |
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But as your head grew soft and calm |
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You were in bound gold |
