Aurora歌词
china roses
enya: china roses
who can tell me if we have heaven,
who can say the way it should be;
moonlight holly, the sappho comet,
angel's tears below a tree.
you talk of the break of morning
as you view the new aurora,
cloud in crimson, the key of heaven,
one love carved in acajou.
one told me of china roses,
one a th
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