The silvery moon shone over that narrow pebble road

Anna the Wild awoke as Foti began the intro of his song
 

She danced and bewitched all men at the get-together

And poor Foti’s heart was the first one to burn like paper
 

If Salome cried for forgiveness will she ever be redeemed

At the heavy cost of a coronal made with ruby and blood?
 

Salome.

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