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When Madeleine appeared it always rained, the people locked their
houses, drew the curtains, prayed and painted crosses on their doors.
They wondered who would be the next for last respects . . . began rehears-
ing. Dressed in black with white carnations, weeping 'til their eyes were
sore. And Madeleine would feel their sorrow, she only wanted friends, but
the lady's doomed to wander until the very end--'til the end of time!
It's just the price she had to pay for life eternal and she's sorry, and she's
lonely--would love to make amends. But where Madeleine appears it
always rains, the people lock their houses, draw the curtains, pray it won't
be them--wandering 'til the end of time!
We gather in a strict formation, hold hands in a circle and at twilight we all
we all walk around the stones. And spirits dance, and bodies roll,
hallucinations curtsey as the river priestess consecrates the bones.
And that's the way it will be 'til the end of time . . .

Casting the Runes - Legendary Pink Dots