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Joyless Vasilisa, the girl who lives in the dark My sweet Vasilisa, please pull the thorn from your heart She wore a veil of misery that she had stitched herself It made her fail to see the boy who'd always treat her well Holy Vasilisa, the girl who was blinded by sorrow My poor Vasilisa, damned to a life on her own She drowned to eath when she fell down the village wishing well The people danced and clapped and sang, the churches rang their bells Farewell Vasilisa, you never wanted my love Shame the Vasilisa is below ground... I'm above