Luyện nghe bài hát Witchful Spirit's Care

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

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

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

And the stars through the
My heart waters of tears
Run in blood down the
for another you ease
Do you know who made
You are by what you do
spheres, spheres we see
Joy reduces to

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

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

And the sun never shine
Joy another loss of
In distant deeps or skies
burned the of your eyes?
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