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My Dying Bride - Black God

Thy every look and every grace
So charm, whenever I view thee
Till death overtake me, in the chase
Still will my hopes pursue thee

Then when my tedious hours have past
Be this my last blessing given
Low at thy feet to breathe my last
And die in sight of Heaven

Autor: Anonim
Zaakceptowane przez: amorphous
Wysłano: 2007-08-17
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