Текст (слова) песни: Barclay James Harvest - The Iron Maiden
She walks on through the night Her circumstances slight Are only helping her to fail And though she feels she`s right She tries with all her might And makes the deepest peril pale Oh, but she is unreal Oh, but she doesn`t feel Oh, but she is unreal She chooses who to love And then unlike a dove She takes the laughter from their smile She wears a velvet glove Her friends may find it rough It is a gauntlet all the while Oh, but she is unreal Oh, but she doesn`t feel Oh, but she is unreal
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