"in the pines, in the pines, where the sun never shines
where we go running
when we want to hide
away from the sky, away from the light
where the overgrown branches conseal what's inside
in the pines, in the pines
where i take my bride
no place is more darker
no place is more still
we make love in the pines
in the shadow of a hill"
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