(Stevie Nicks)
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Intense silence
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As she walked in the room
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Her black robes trailing
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Sister of the moon
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And a black widow spider makes
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More sound than she
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And black moons in those eyes of hers
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Made more sense to me
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Heavy persuasion
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It was hard to breathe
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She was dark at the top of the stairs
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And she called to me
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And so I followed
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As friends often do
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I cared not for love, nor money
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I think she knew
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The people, they love her
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And still they are the most cruel
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She asked me
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Be my sister, sister of the moon
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Some call her sister of the moon
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Some say illusions are her game
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Wrap her in velvet
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Does anyone, ah, know her name
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So we make our choices
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When there is no choice
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And we listen to their voices
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Ignoring our own voice
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Sisters Of The Moon
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Fleetwood Mac |