IF this important heart trouble your peace with words lighter than air, or hopes that in more hoping for a home twice we share, putting the rose in your hair, covering the lips with longing twilight and say,"O Hearts of wind will blown flame".. but Winds, older than changing the plans between a night and day, That hunger and longing came from a true was old, in the shore of your
carves lands.
In one last battle fold upon blue fold, Queens wrought with it's par hands, with her lovely sadly face above the wandering tide, in the hidden secret place where the last dream folded and where it also died, O love "I'll never ever changing till change will be dead"
carves lands.
In one last battle fold upon blue fold, Queens wrought with it's par hands, with her lovely sadly face above the wandering tide, in the hidden secret place where the last dream folded and where it also died, O love "I'll never ever changing till change will be dead"