Из альбома: Twang Bar King

Come singing, saying praise
Her beauty lives
She is not dead

Although I must walk alone
I am part of her
If I must hurt anything
It will not be her

Come singing, saying praise
Her beauty lives
She is not dead

What happens to her
Happens to me
What happens to her
Happens to me

Although I depart alone
From our great earth
She has given more
Than I can return

Come singing, saying praise
Her beauty lives
She is not dead

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