Текст песни ENCHANTMENT - God Send

Все тексты ENCHANTMENT

With grace my mother can you play the harp
Like an angel to a saint
I feel so lonely the loved falling far from grasp

Dei gratia,
heal the wounds that cut so deep
To never cease feeling such misery, so real
To utter with a lisp, so subtle
Ab initio ad finem
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I kiss your forehead
You clasp to my palms
The uterus from which gave birth
Stares withered and sopine
Hide the cries you so hear
Stripping you so naked
Wipe the sweat from your brow
Weeping to a given drought

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