What will come from this
Oh my wounded bliss
I bring the days lone to your dismiss
Oh my winy prayers
For no truth obeys
When I name the carrier of my heart
Ah Ah Ah…
Oh this rousing start
And the lure of the hard
Will keep me welcome your kisses between these falls
Now you wear my ache
If so be my last decay
I’m so in love with you and your eerie ways
Ah Ah Ah…
With you my troubles won’t stay far away
Oh my winy prayers
For no truth obeys
And you’re the carrier of my heart

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