fare thee well, my gentle maiden; i'll see you on your way for the sun will rise tomorrow and wash my sins away and now i'm gone. i've disappeared. but i can hear the young girl cryin three thousand miles from here. for i know that i abused you but i only had the day; i know that you still love me in some old- fashioned way but now i'm gone. i've disappeared. but i can hear the young girl cryin three thousand miles from here.Birth sign: Aquarius
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