I'm gonna go to the fair, find the old woman,
I cross her palm one silver piece.
gonna go to the fair, find the old woman
draw a heart shaped line inside of me.

In the August fields where the river thins
Old Agatha sets her wheel to spin
She's the oracle of the prophecy
to draw a heart shaped line in you and me.

Well I hope I live to see the end of the world
To feel our spirit burn as the one true colour of day
Answer me.

The cats are coming

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