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Believe you me, the price is clear
A child born, the mother near
To death and life as hand in hand
But hear you me, the break of dawn
Will wash away the sins thereof
Unto the lake, beyond the tree
The child waits, alone is she
Believe you me, the price is clear
A child born, the mother near
To death and life as hand in hand
But hear you me, the break of dawn
Will wash away the sins thereof
Unto the lake, beyond the tree
The child waits, alone is she
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