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Lyrics:
I promise you a miracle and it will be done Upon this one last disappearing Bells toll, new lands! And I look up Sometimes to see This old black Mary reach down for me I need someone for my plaything So lonesome in my playground You, baby, go straight to my head And make it seem like a miracle And make it something beautiful Something beautiful
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