The Autumns
The Autumns - Bicycle lyrics
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Two sobs to burst the sky ills and white rain Gold tresses taper coil and green eyes Born of dew thy lovely face is ever lost born anew thy loving grace is ever cross Two delicate fingers caress countenance gliding in moonlit sighs Born of dew thy lovely face is ever lost born anew thy loving grace is ever cross Born of dew thy loving face is ever gone my true love
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Language: English
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- Country: United States
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