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I was on the back of a nightingale, living like a king;

Listening to the songs that you’d sing

Home fires were burning and the smoke stung our eyes;

We were blind from birth, until that night

Love grows old and we die younger each time

Heaven loves a martyr

And how am I supposed to run with my legs sunk in the mud?

I wish I had grown up a little longer

And if we’d flown south, we’d have a home at least for now;

Love grows old

And I lived like a king

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