Luyện nghe bài hát Witchful Spirit's Care

I gave her my own to take
and round she my sake
My hands in
and herself indeed

I met a down in the meads
A fading was on her cheeks
Her honey dreaming wild
Full beautiful, a

And on the floor all alone
I sit upon this cold, grey
And I dream my time
yet as I may

And the through the spears
My heart waters of tears
Run in down the wall
for give you ease
Do you who made you?
You are called by you do
spheres, spheres we see
Joy reduces to

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

And the fields, and bare
The winter's there
Fed cold, fearless hands
in a rich and land

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