Restless wind runnin' lonely, when the midnite's here.
All castle's upon the Milk Hill, they´re made of sand they say...
And the Princes's waiting there, for her Prince and the white horse.
And soon there is flowers, soon there is, all madness of love...

- Well, she's a candle in the night
 waitin' for your lovelite
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She's no good,but she speaks the truth, she's not feelin' good.
But she`s comin' through, her days are little bit too slow...
But her love is growing' stronger every day.
Her love is growing' stronger every day.
Every day...
Every day...

- She's a candle in the night
waitin' for your lovelite

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