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Stay still until they find it out
Slow down the sunrise and keep the tone
Put the cold in my bones
Watch as the fear is flown
And your mind is beautiful child
Stay still until they find it out
The smell of wood is in the air
The 19th century atmosphere
My hair is up, my feet are bare
The 19th century atmosphere
