I was a candle Lit by a noble In the castle of pride, A strong wind blew The papers flew The door opened for a bride. Alone she sat In the middle of the bed Holding a glass of wine, Oh what a beauty! A witch's spell Everything seemed so fine. The proud man came And greeted his bride Walked closer to his golden bed, She pulled her dagger Stabbed the noble And threw on him, a rose red.
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