Luyện nghe bài hát Watchful Spirit's Care

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I her eyes my own to take
and round she my sake
My in need,
and herself indeed
I met a girl in the meads
A fading rose was on her
Her honey eyes were dreaming
beautiful, a fairy-child
And on the floor all alone
I sit upon this cold, grey
And I dream my away
yet as I may
And the through the spears
My waters full of tears
Run in blood down the
for another give You
Do You who made You
You are called by You do
Into spheres, we see
Joy reduced to
I fell my to fade
Almost asleep, my sake
She spoke the word, the clue
"I You true..."
And the fields, black and
The eternal winter's
Fed cold, fearless hands
in a rich and land
And the sun does never
Joy another loss of
In what distant or skies
burned the of Your eyes
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