Could I remount the river of my years To the first fountain of our smiles and tears I would not trace again its streams of hours Between its outworn banks of withered flowers.
I - am the hour of darkness I - am the heart of the frozen I - am the bringer of coldness I - am the wound of the chosen.
Where I would walk in spirit and behold Our elements resolved to things untold And fathom hidden wonders and explore The essence of great bosoms now no more.
What is death - a quiet of the heart The whole of that - of which we are a part For life is but a vision - what I see For all which lives - alone is life to me.
Could I remount the river of my years To the first fountain of our smiles and tears Where I would walk in spirit and behold Our elements resolved to things untold. Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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