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I passed right through
Her fingers, her mortal despair
It's me
I read between
The gemstones that dripped from her lips
For me

I am so tired of tears
So tired of tears
Lay not thy hand upon
Lay no hand on my daughter

My child sings soft
And sweet to herself
I know no life
Can live forever
Sailing away
I go from myself
Shadows wicked
Finger is pointing

Wrapped in a sorry
Shroud of my sickness
Without you I have
Become a mortal
With this child in my
In my bleeding arms

I am so tired of tears
So tired of tears
Lay not thy hand upon
Lay no hand on my daughter

I passed right through
Her fingers, her mortal despair
It's me
I read between
The gemstones that dripped from her lips
For me

Wrapped in a sorry
Shroud of my sickness
Without you I have
Become a mortal
With this child in my
In my bleeding arms

I am so tired of tears
So tired of tears
Lay not thy hand upon
Lay no hand on my daughter

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