Wandering around the [bad word] up the hill,
Jumping on the soft grass pillows
I saw a lady standing still.
She began ti sing a lullaby.

She was singing in the moonlight
On the mountain top,
She was waiting for the white knight
At her lonely brougham stop.
She saw a black one nearby.
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I'm going down the rails
Looking fo the answer
Across these gloomy days
To the place, I've never seen.

I hope I'll see the face
Of the midnight dancer.
And she will take me
To the place, I've never seen

She ran away into the black,
Disappeared in the night.
I tried to catch and get her back
But night decided to divide
Me and my dream.

I gave a heartrending scream,
Wanted to get out of my skin
And then I jumped into the stream.
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