Goodnight John Dee Songtext
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A simple tale of rich to rags
But one that often comes to mind
The seer that looked into the mirror
And left his sleeping wife behind
I said goodnight Sir John Dee
Well light is a medicine to all of us
With which we feed the silver lamb
That walks beside the wolf of the trinity
They say her teeth are made of sand
But one that often comes to mind
The seer that looked into the mirror
And left his sleeping wife behind
I said goodnight Sir John Dee
Well light is a medicine to all of us
With which we feed the silver lamb
That walks beside the wolf of the trinity
They say her teeth are made of sand
I said goodnight John Dee
Goodnight
A lantern swinging like a pendulum
The shape of your smile's shadow appears
To invoke the worst I reached into my purse
And I took out the shew-stone gently
And I said goodnight well goodnight John Dee
Goodnight well goodnight John Dee
Goodnight goodnight John Dee
Goodnight
Goodnight
A lantern swinging like a pendulum
The shape of your smile's shadow appears
To invoke the worst I reached into my purse
And I took out the shew-stone gently
And I said goodnight well goodnight John Dee
Goodnight well goodnight John Dee
Goodnight goodnight John Dee
Goodnight
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