.Sunday Sunday where have you been,
Your emerald eyes,
Like your hands, reaching out to me ?
The wolves are out tonight
Under the hunter's moon.
Cinnabar staining the hem of her lace
She's starting to blush
But the moon helps to pale her face.
"The groom has gone", she.
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