Rebecca

Rebecca, breathe me the old song,
It makes me feel right in a world so wrong.
Rebecca, breathe me the old land,
With pentacles cakes in our hand.

Rebecca, help me to your star,
It shines right away, where ever you are.
Rebecca, let your mind no more,
Over such darkening your door.
Rebecca, back in our school days,
We would play in separate yards,
And then deep in the same haze,
We wrestled with faceless guards.

Oh Rebecca, Oh Rebecca ohohoh Rebecca.

Rebecca

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