From the gentle hills of Geneva
To the somber castle of Slovakia
To the dead dusty ruins of Athens
With quivering body
A twenty eight years old soul
Robed in sable of woe
Screams inside
A screaming tide
A foaming romance
Sable lyrics by Qual. From the gentle hills of Geneva To the somber castle of Slovakia To the dead dusty ruins of Athens With quivering body A twenty eight...
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From the gentle hills of Geneva
To the somber castle of Slovakia
To the dead dusty ruins of Athens
With quivering body
A twenty eight years old soul
Robed in sable of woe
Screams inside
A screaming tide
A foaming romance
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