On the streets of the shire
I wait by the gazebo at the stroke of two
And I'm awaiting all of them
The Ravishing Rusalkas
As the patrons walk on by
The spirits have set down their swords
As well as bows and arrows
In the sky
And here they come, one by one, to assemble
And to be able to give me a show I'll surely remember
Some after song
I can feel that you girls can do no wrong
Your voices enchant the butterflies
And I'm being warmed by the sun's rays to the core
After your song set is done
I wish you all well
I know we must part ways for now
But I have a feeling I'll see you all again at some point, somehow
I'll just have to follow the sound of the bells
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