A page is turned by the wind, to a boy
I believe when they put her in the ground
I think
MY LORD, WHAT LOVE IS THIS
THAT PAYS SO DEARLY
Quietly slipping away are the fertile ties
that have bound
Oh my love, don't you cry
I won't leave you
The sun gives to a darkened sky
Blood red are the
go on up to the mountain of mercy
to the crimson
I can't stand the sound
Of losing control
But whenever you're
I don't have a lot to give
This broken world
Take my hand
And walk with me awhile
Because it
Today I woke up early, today I woke up sad
I am a barren land
And it's all I can do
Cover me, cover up my tears
Cover up this man
We planned to leave early
And to pack unheavy
Because
She turned her head as if to hide,
There was just
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