With Songs of Morrow (Fiboquatro)
though
I’ve
been on
this stage for
so long and I’ve met
unbeknownst, souls come and go, yet
still I’m not losing my spirits to a supple death
and, I asked no one to feel sorry seeing my black hair fall
for I have seen that feelings myself, when they shaved me
it made me sigh for the loss, but I’ve nothing to fear at all
for my guardian angel says: soon, from pain you’ll be free
you, dear love, the time is on your side; use it wisely
and cry not for me, for I wash
my sorrow, with songs
of morrow
have faith
in
Him
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