Macbeth

Macbeth - Pure Treasure lyrics

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I've found the rarest thing in the world 

A strange fascinating light 

It doesn't shine 

But it perfumes like a flower 

Growing everywhere and somewhere 



Pure treasure 

Like a pearl of dew 

Innocent diadem 

Of a divine crown 



Its name is the name of a wind 

With an enchanted breath 

The flap of an angel's wings 

A flower growing everywhere and somewhere
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Language: English

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