In disgrace with fortunate
men's eyes
My heart hung all upon a silken dress
But the old wind in the old anger
Had gone over the river and through the woods
With the news that alone could save Aix from its fate
O lost and by the wind grieved ghost
The Gobelins will gut you
My heart hung all upon a silken dress
But the old wind in the old anger
Had gone over the river and through the woods
With the news that alone could save Aix from its fate
O lost and by the wind grieved ghost
The Gobelins will gut you
Effen you don't watch out!
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