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Aquelarre
Woman Of Age
Pack your bags
Dust off where I already cleaned
Have tea sitting by the curtain
That you burned yesterday
This is your pain
You go where the emptiness was born
You see the light from behind
In the fear of people you see your fear,
Which is freedom
In a sudden territory the smiles
Should not be silenced
This is your pain
You go where the emptiness was born
You see the light from behind
Woman
