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My Dying Bride Your River

down their heads to die. Let your dark, thirsty eyes drink deep the sights of me. It's sad that, in our blindness, we gather thorns for flowers. Your river

laid their heads to die. Let your dark, thirsty eyes drink deep the sights of me. It's sad that, in our blindness, we gather thorns for flowers. Your river

Prijevod: My Dying Bride. Vaša rijeke.

Prijevod: My Dying Bride. Vaša rijeke.

Weeping with you. Arms around them Keeping with you. Feeling their shiver Flowing with you. Without your men Drowning with you. Deep in this river Tired

of my life, I've been so happy While I have had you by my side And now you say, you're gonna leave me For to become someone else's bride Oh, the river