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    [Lyrics: O.A.Myrholt]
    [Music: T.E.Tunheim]

    Imagine the starry eyed audience chasing us through (the cold slop of) reality
    Exhibited as mannequins (in a menage a trois), our design would be their wounds
    We would never follow the script, never pass them but a fake smile
    And every movement would be motley, dispelled from morals

    And in the sky there would never be any trace of angels
    The virginal air would be vaguely transparent
    Yet it would always be somewhat bright
    The wind would carry us
    (through enormous roars of enthusiastic applause)

    Ye would herald the age of immorality, vividly,
    Ye would bequeth me the most precious jewellery
    Ye seem like such lovely girls, in a most sinful limbo of dreams;
    We should be an oblique part of the opaque scene...

    And in the sky there would never be any trace of angels
    The virginal air would be vaguely transparent
    Yet it would always be somewhat bright
    The wind would carry us
    (through enormous roars of enthusiastic applause)

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