Renaissance歌词
I looked to the air
But the breeze was not cold
I sought for your h
To hold unto me
I lay awakened
The dew on my brow
Come take my life
God, I m dying
the spirits of slumber
Lulled at my side
They tormented my world
praised at my grave
I gave them a portion
In pursuance of my peace
But they took it&
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