Serge Lyrewing Poet Lyric

Sing, Guitar, Howl To Me, Violin

Sing, guitar, howl to me, violin,
Woe, you flow over the rims,
We're not pair and I am silent,
Dawn is dark as deadly sins.

There's no hope in eyes I see it,
Empty dream belongs to me,
Dress is idle, yes, you did it,
Lips are painted as I see.

Priest makes sign of cross, he's tired,
Lady goes in world again,
But amorous stares, he's fired,
Squeezing flowers to the pain.

They were cut in their blooming,
Not in time, I feel the beat,
They will die, sunrise is gloomy,
They will fall to tender feet.

Roses out, and I am silent,
Dawn is dark, we are not pair,
Sing, guitar, howl to me, violin,
I drink woe, it isn't fair.

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