Luyện nghe bài hát The Window

Why do you stand by the
to beauty and pride
The thorn of the night in your
The spear of the age in side
in the rages of fragrance
Lost in the rags of
in the waves of a sickness
That loosens the silver nerves

Oh chosen love, Oh frozen
Oh tangle of and ghost
Oh darling of angels, and saints
And the whole host
Gentle soul

And forth from the cloud of anoint
And kiss the of the moon
The New glowing
Why tarry all night in the
And no word of discomfort
And no observer to mourn
But climb on your tears and be
Like a on its ladder of thorns

Oh chosen love, Oh love...

lay your rose on the fire
The give up to the sun
The sun over to splendour
In the arms of the high one
For the holy one of a letter
Dreams of a letter's
Oh bless thee continuous
Of the word being made into

Oh chosen love, Oh love...

this soul