As I draw up my breath
And silver fills my eyes
I kiss her still
For she will never rise
On my weak body
Lays her dying hand
Through those meadows of heaven
Where we ran
Like a thief in the night
The wind blows so light
It wars with my tears
That won’t dry for many years
Loves golden arrow
At her should have fled
And not Death’s ebon dart
To strike her death
Que buena rola me cae. La puse así porque si la ponía con muzicons o video seguro no la escuchaban XD, tons pues por lo menos una leída ya le dieron XD.
Cámaras dice el Mike!
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