I'm some mistake of fate
I'm that shattered glass,
which many times did cleft
Many dreams are forgotten
many pearls are lost
my eyes went blind
my heart still morns
Love is not taketh
its giveth they say
I get neither
my heart still morns
I'm that voyager
who searched for life
life did forbid me
my heart still morns
My heart still morns..
Lo my heart
O my dear
don't you weep
now don't shed tears
you were created
to stay alone
yearn for happiness
and die on your own
leave those cries and
screams for me
hush you now and sooth
those wounds so deep
cure and care
are not made for thee
lullaby I may sing
to make thee sleep
tenderly and lovingly
I'll watch you leave
to lie on the thorns
of enternity sleep
Lo my heart
O my dear
how long will you morn
of loneliness and fear
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Love is a bud, a way to...