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there was guy up on the hill, with a trumpet to his lips, i mean to tell you he knew how to blow that thing. there were women dressed in purple, banging on their tamborines, and hammering on cymbals it was not that long ago when we gathered in the valley below i loved you more than i loved my own life i was falling to pieces. Songtextethere was a young man on the altar you saw me poised above him i saw you watching me. there were singers, there were dancers there was glittering gold spring breaking out gradually. it was not that long ago but the memory's kinda dying out 'cha know like a flower caught in the overgrowth, falling, falling to pieces. Aus Songtexte Mania