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Protect me from ravagement

I am ten years old

I don't know what I do

Protect me myself

I am fourteen

There's nothing to do

Protect me yourself

I am sixteen

Protect me from starving

I am eighteen

Protect me you

I don't know what you do

Protect me demons

That come at night

I don't know what they say

Their whispering

Sends the night air away

And makes me forget

I hope they come

Again and again



Here they come

Again and again

I hope they come again

Again

Again

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Source: interpreted from original recordings.

Transcribed: Hans van Dok with Casper Hulshof