Outside the street’s on fire
In a real death waltz .
Between what’s flesh and fantasy
And the poets down here
Don’t write nothin at all
They just stand back and let it all be
And in the quick of the night
They reach for their moment
And try to make an honest stand
But they wind up wounded
Not even dead
Tonight in Jungle Land .
And it was clear she couldn’t go on!
The door was opened and the wind appeared ,
The candles blew and then disappeared ,
The curtains flew and then he appeared ,
Said, "Don’t be afraid ,
Come on, Mary ."
And she had no fear
And she ran to him
And they started to fly …
She had taken his hand …
" Come on, Mary ;
Don’t fear the Reaper! "
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WHAT’S THAT SPELL?
WHAT’S THAT SPELL?
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