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words and music
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broken mirrors and crystal balls
four-leafed clovers lying on the ground
she casts her spell and evil eye
and melts our wings so that we can never
fly
and we fall into the
ocean
and we fall into the
sea
bright snowy mountains and crystal trees
the haunting voice that dances in the
breeze
a drop in the ocean, a ghost from the past
as we come to understand revenge is hers
atlast
the ocean’s daughter rises from
beneath the watery graves
luring phantom lovers into the ocean waves
she casts her spell and her evil eye
melts out wings so that we can’t fly
damned be those who dare to try
reaching out for the lauralei
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songs
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