When she visits me three times in a row
And the world is falling into a hole
We'll drink Nepenthe, and try to remember
Names of places where we wasted happiness
Only hearing high notes of a lyre
Water behind, we walk straight into the trees
When she visits me three times in a row
And the world is falling into a hole
We'll drink Nepenthe, and try to remember
Names of places where we wasted happiness
Only hearing high notes of a lyre
Water behind, we walk straight into the trees
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