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I'm thinking of bed I'm thinking of new green dress I saw it unfold Unwrapping Near Pickington Fayre Tall sycamores, your raven hair I saw it so slow Through the tall grass I'm thinking of bed I'm thinking of streams through the air The night was so long And dizzy Let's travel again To fall upon three chimneys where The tower's so low You were mistaken Aus Songtexte Mania