I want to tell you about Emily. The old man spoke with me, in the inn in that land, in that land of Ireland "Listen, shut up, it's her" Emily cries there at the spring and her ghost cannot drink. You smell the rose and lime, her whisper but why I want you I still don't know. Emily, Emily Emily, how curious I am, Emily. The old man said to me "You will say a prayer only for her yes, she who suffered too much and was condemned at the stake like a witch sadly burned, missing, innocent. And now she cries there at the spring and her ghost cannot drink a dancing shadow on an old beam I feel bad here But why I still want you I don't know. Emily Emily Emily, but it's so strange, everything is so strange but what a curiosity I have. Emily, but it's so strange everything is so strange, Emily And it's raining, it's raining again but I never saw you Emily, it rains in the silence maybe it's your crying Emily, but it's so strange Emily, but it's so strange everything is so strange without wanting it you are a ghost.

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