Catherine:
[singing]
On every finger she wore rings, Round her wrists, bracelets and things, She sang in a voice all the while, That left my heart beguiled. Her eyes were like two opals bright, That gave me a thrill, gave me chill, Her face was like an opal white, As she moved in for the kill. As she moved in for the kill. We met, said adieu and then met anew, We lost touch and then we lost touch again, Once we did meet, For moments so sweet, Only to retreat. We went our own ways, In life's whirlpool of days, I saw her again in one evening's glow, It all seemed so long ago. It all seemed so long ago.
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