Luyện nghe bài hát Witchful Spirit's Care

I gave her eyes my own to
and she turned my sake
My hands in
and gave herself

I met a girl down in the
A rose was on her cheeks
Her eyes dreaming wild
beautiful, a fairy-child

And on the she's all alone
I sit upon cold, grey stone
And I dream my away
yet as I may

And the stars the spears
My heart full of tears
Run in down the wall
for another give you
Do you know who made
You are by what you do
spheres, spheres we see
Joy to misery

I feel my to fade
Almost asleep, my sake
She spoke the words, the clue
"I you true..."

And the fields, black and
The winter's there
Fed with cold, fearless
in a and fruitful land

And the sun does never
Joy loss of mine
In what deeps or skies
the fire of your eyes?
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