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Herb Albert

Under Autumn trees Black is my heart and Dark shall it be I Forsake the evergreen Gray Wisdom Churns the Coppered leaves I am Blessed with Truth Ascending

do you want to know what this has done to me? the rage pours down into pools of grieving oh and your smiles turn to leprosy turn to sickness spread

Prijevod: Cortez, Alberto. Pad Ave.

Prijevod: Enochian polumjeseca. Pod jesen stabla.

Yonder stands Blue Mountain Oh, yonder stands Blue Mountain Oh, yonder stands my home Oh, yonder stands my home Where the blueberries are a-bloomin

All I wanted was your time All you ever gave me was tomorrow All I wanted was your time All you ever gave me was tomorrow And tomorrow never comes Tomorrow

Cease to know or to tell Or to see or to be your own Cease to know or to tell Or to see or to be your own Have someone else's will as your own Have someone

You give, you get. Sometimes forget. A lot of things, no second strings. It's just that everything bends, it just depends on weight. You give, you