The trade's on.
She drains emotion -
To drink from,
The breast of fortune
Dreams have frozen,
Crystal in the morning
Birthtime rose,
A thorn for coronation.
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All arise from your rest
We'll find enough there to feed you.
Soon you'll belong to the blessed
Spare us your lives while we need you.
Loud, is the music, the crowd is bringing
Out of my head as the winter marches on...
Loud is the music the sky is ringing
Out of my head as the winter marches on...
Loud, is the music, the crowd is bringing
Out of my head as the winter marches on...
Loud is the music the sky is ringing
Out of my head as the winter marches on...