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作词 : Bloedow, Charles |
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Black Acres |
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Whirlwind take me there |
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Where I will be his lady fair |
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Sheets of night hiding us |
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Gusts of wind riding us |
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I'm blown away into his hands |
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I'm weak and high, can barely stand |
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In the web of dizzy leaves |
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Virgins all, elude the trees |
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Touch me now, touch me |
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The black acres are claiming me |
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They're claiming me |
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He holds me up like a babe |
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Pressing close I can't behave |
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I need to have this little death |
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I'm up against his downy chest |
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In the web of dizzy leaves |
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Virgins all, elude the trees |
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The chill is flush with burning flesh |
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It's so refined this little death |
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Touch me now, touch me |
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The black acres are claiming me |
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They're claiming me |
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Touch me now, touch me |
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The black acres are claiming me |
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They're claiming me |
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Black acres |
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I'm running away from home |
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And the wind, the wind is blowin' |
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And the weathervane |
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Its heathen song |
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Lulls the world |
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With silver tongue . |