And I need this black hooded coat that keeps us dry.
And we're walking shaded(?) spirits under the sky, My Love.
Us away from the winds which give us a craze.
To the pearly gates of Paradise sweet.
...Fade away...
...Fade away...
...Fade away...
...Fade away...
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