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Blackmore's Night - Faerie Queen Тексты
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Blackmore's Night
Faerie Queen
Faerie Queen
Over on the hill
There grows a flower
Growing quicker still
More perfect by the hour
Deep within that flower
Is a tiny chair
All a-fringed with gold
The fairy queen sits there
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