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I'm gonna go to the fair, find the old woman,I cross her palm one silver piece.gonna go to the fair, find the old womandraw a heart shaped line inside of me.In the August fields where the river thinsOld Agatha sets her wheel to spinShe's the oracle of the prophecy to draw a heart shaped line in you and me.Well I hope I live to see the end of the worldTo feel our spirit burn as the one true colour of dayAnswer me.The cats are coming From Letras Mania