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- The Church

 

"our daughter is an intelligent child",
Said the mother to the preacher
Without the church she would grow up wild
There´s no better teacher

She spents her time in praying
In world full of fight
Perhaps she will get lost
Will get lost tonight

The church

She enters a house with thounds candles
Watch the sacred cross over her head
Sacred books are burning and reading themselves
Holy chains around her head

Maybe that you climb the stairs
And you´re covered with blindness
In circling room, turning and screaming
Fold your hands, you´ll be deaf´n dumb

The church

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