Lilja, I see your eyes
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... northern skies.
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If I could afford bells ? and jewels,
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I would give them to you.
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Lilja, I touch your hair
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it is wavy, long, and fair.
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If I could have a lock or two,
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I would give my heart to you.
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Well its long gone over top
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like the swoon of where you're from.
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If I must leave then I will go
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and drag my heart to Jericho.
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Lilja
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| Rocco DeLuca & The Burden |
