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[Interlude]
The fairest of maidens is sitting
So marvelous up there
Her golden jewels are shining
She's combing her kinky hair
She twists her locks, shine golden
And sings a song as well
This melody finds her wondrous
And overpowering the spell
And this little boat with the boatmen
Is ceased with a savage woman
It’d rather look up at the mountain
Than down at the rocks below
I think that the waves will devour
The boatmen and boat as one
In this spiral sun-shaped power
For our liе is done