The Mystery of Life
He used to tell me
Your queen is a christian queen
Your love is a christian love
Your fate is a christian fate
But where is my queen? She died in exile
Now where is my love? He dies for exile
And where is my fate? It's dyeing my exile
And nobody answers me anymore,
Not even the wind
that we used to trust
But that was when
We were still
Together
Together...
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