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Though you hardly know her
The light's on its way
The hand that rests upon it
Still wanna stay

No way of recognizing
The cat knows the call
Fair child is rising
There's no mystery at all

It's a strange paradise
It's a strange paradise
You'll be waiting
You'll be waiting

It's a strange paradise

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Irene
Beach House



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