Socrates Drank the Conium the bridge

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People dancing around a fire
colours in the air
won't you come my love
to the country fair?
Kings will come from everywhere
caskets full of gold
Yeomen from the South
Rich men from the North
They're coming
hoping to win the bride
The king's daughter
pretty as a fairy tale
lovely as the first of May
Pure as a spring
she's in love with this young boy
from the village
but her father is a king
wanted her to be the queen
live in the glory?
Night is covering the sky
wide and full of pride
here the winner comes
looking for the bride
servants looking everywhere
but she can't be found
she's running with her love
she left behind the crown
The soldiers, holding up the fires, cry
in the forest
wishing not to find them there
not to find them anywhere
the king wants them dead
but their fate was to die
In the forest
where they first made love
By the river of their own
keeping their promise

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