Ev'ry night when the clock strikes twelve A voice of devotion Fills Diana so completely With strange emotion. Diana in her dreams, Bend a silver bow upon the medal's low. Diana in her dreams And then a silver bow. Na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na, Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah. What is your rights a mean-black horse In that defence of this fang. Till the morning breaks she is Surrounded by a horse attend. Diana in her dreams Bend a silver bow upon the medal's low. Diana in her dreams And then a silver bow. Na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na, Ah-ah, na, na, na. Ev'ry night when the clock strikes twelve A voice of devotion Fills Diana so completely With strange emotion. Diana in her dreams, Bend a silver bow upon the medal's low. Diana in her dreams And then a silver bow. Na-na-na-na-na, na-na-na-na-na, Ah-ah, na, na, na.
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