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Absynthe and MarigoldMake a good spell I'm toldTakes one away from the everyday placeWormwood and LicoriceCater to every wishRest for a moment and hide from the chaseRun from the meadowlandRise up from the depths Of the shallow white river that weighs my dress downOut of the chimney I'm on my best broomstickAs smoke fills the sky close your eyesSleep little townFor the Absynthe flows like wine where I'm goingThey say there's a demonThere probably isBut I've met the best of themKeep the fire burning if you want toI'll tell you when I get home if I doNow close your eyes And fly away to where they are dancingWhen the sun sets behind the hillI'll journey on untilI reach a circle of stones standing tallLetras de cancionesLit by a full moonAs bright as the high noonAnd now a transparent veil covers us allStart up the chantingWe sing a little louderAnd try to forget what just won't go awayAs the shadows grow largerI'll let all my hair downAnd lift up my eyes to the heavensHow shall I prayFor the Absynthe flows like wine where I'm goingThey say there's a demonThere probably isBut I've met the best of themMarried them, slept with them andDamned if I'm frightened away by the rest of themWhen I close my eyesI'll fly awayPoor Jane BrooksKeep your apples to yourselfThey're not too familiar with fruit of your tasteWhen you untie the windsLet them fight against churchesAnd palaces, pyramidsActing in hastThe ceremony of my seductionIs not my illusionI'll show you a thousand gravesCovered in aspenYou paranoid peopleI'll make you believeI'll make you believeI'll make you believeWhat you want toRosemary, MaidenhairWolfbane and maidens fairWhisper the secrets we hid in the nightCall Horse and HattockGrimalkin and PaddockI'll leave you the ColumbineNow to the flightSummon the SpiritFor the town below is stirringAnd say the words this world has no right to knowIn the Kingdom of DarknessI'll bow to another lordHear now the wordBut you'll never find where I goFor the Absynthe flows like wine where I'm goingThey say there's a demonThere probably isBut I'll be the end of themGo on and send for themSo burn me and break meYou know I'll pretend for themWhen I close my eyesI shall goe intill ane cattWith sorrow and sych and a blak shottAnd I shall goe in the Devellis namAy will I com home again From Letras Mania