Virginia, por Marissa Nadler:
The waves rush against the folds of my face /As I start to drown /The waves rush against the folds of my face /As I start to drown / Oh, Virginia / Virgina, Virginia / Die
In winter the water / will wash [?] the waterside /In winter the water /will wash [?] the waterside / Oh, Virginia / Virgina, Virginia / Die
With the rocks in your pockets / You walk up above the waterside / With the rocks in your pockets / You walk up above the waterside /Oh, Virginia / Virgina, Virginia / Die
The waves rush against the full of my face / As I start to fall / The waves rush against the full of my face / As I start to fall / Oh, Virginia / Virgina, Virginia /Falls
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