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Catherine liked high places Leverkusen Homepageerstellung High up on the hills A place for making noises Schilder Beschriftungen Noises like the Whales Here she built a chapel with Werbeagentur Leverkusen Her image on the wall A place where she could rest and opernhaus zürich A place where she could wash and listen to the wind blow Mitbewerberanalyse She dreamt of children's voices And torture on the wheel Begleitservice Düsseldorf Patron-Saint of nothing A woman of the hills Fotalia She once was a lady Of pleasure, and high-born A lady of the city But now she sits and moans and listens to the wind blow I see her in her chapel High up on a hill She must be so lonely Oh Mother, can't we give A husband to our Catherine? A handsome one, a dear A rich one for the lady Someone to listen with
