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Take her to the river Call her a river-child Take her to the forest Call her a little wild Sell her to the gypsy For a jar of metal coins Take her to the mountain And thrust yourself Into her loins Calico Calico Calico Her lips are white as snow She moved to the mountains With a box all chisels sharp She moved to the highlands With a box of books so dark I knew her in the city She and I would dance the night Drink the wine of dripping berries Toast the moon and count the lights Calico Calico Letras de cancionesCalico Her skin is soft as snow Take her to the river Call her a river-child Take her to the forest Call her a little wild From Letras Mania