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♫ Lost House ♫
(Miku's song)
In the forest on the foothills of a mountain out somewhere
Lived a lovely, lonely, lissome little witch with sky-blue hair
So extremely charming, beautiful, and wondrous was she
Every man that laid his eyes on her would love her instantly
Singing a song, incanting her spell
All who have heard were helplessly compelled
To the forest on the foothills of a mountain far away
And were never to be seen again unto this very day
In the forest on the foothill of the mountain in those tales
An unfortunate young passerby walked down the witch's trail
So extremely charming, beautiful, and wondrous was she
That the moment he laid eyes on her, he loved her instantly
Lost in the witch's enchanting gaze
All of his memory melted away
Till the only thing he cared for was the harpy in the woods
Never leaving, that young passerby was surely gone for good
In the forest on the foothill of the mount inglorious
Lives a lovely, lonely, lissome little woman by herself
Even though she oft gets visitors at home from time to time
Every single one of them has ceased to be alive
Poor souls don't know that they've passed away
Lost in confusion, wandering astray
So the woman in the forest like the stories you've been told
Goes on living in the foothills but she always sings alone
♫ Lost House ♫
(Miku's song)
In the forest on the foothills of a mountain out somewhere
Lived a lovely, lonely, lissome little witch with sky-blue hair
So extremely charming, beautiful, and wondrous was she
Every man that laid his eyes on her would love her instantly
Singing a song, incanting her spell
All who have heard were helplessly compelled
To the forest on the foothills of a mountain far away
And were never to be seen again unto this very day
In the forest on the foothill of the mountain in those tales
An unfortunate young passerby walked down the witch's trail
So extremely charming, beautiful, and wondrous was she
That the moment he laid eyes on her, he loved her instantly
Lost in the witch's enchanting gaze
All of his memory melted away
Till the only thing he cared for was the harpy in the woods
Never leaving, that young passerby was surely gone for good
In the forest on the foothill of the mount inglorious
Lives a lovely, lonely, lissome little woman by herself
Even though she oft gets visitors at home from time to time
Every single one of them has ceased to be alive
Poor souls don't know that they've passed away
Lost in confusion, wandering astray
So the woman in the forest like the stories you've been told
Goes on living in the foothills but she always sings alone
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