O, the retched, retched day, dreams have been shattered, oh delay.
What come of those fantasies, come away as soon as a misty day.
Oh, what seductive, seductive illusions, that played the keys to my amuseions. What come of the blessed tunes, come away as soon as confusions.
Oh, the retched, retched heart, lovers were not made to be so part.
What come of those pure lovers, come away as soon as the start.
Oh, what lonely, lonely soul, crimes of passion the devil has stole.
What come of those earthly desires, come away as an empty hole.
Oh, what retched, retched life, dreams that were shattered with strife.
What come of those happy years, come away as I was to be wife.
SDPope
Jan 23, 2010
Jan 23, 2010 at 7:36 PM UTC
O, the retched, retched day, dreams have been shattered, oh delay.
What come of those fantasies, come away as soon as a misty day.
Oh, what seductive, seductive illusions, that played the keys to my amuseions. What come of the blessed tunes, come away as soon as confusions.
Oh, the retched, retched heart, lovers were not made to be so part.
What come of those pure lovers, come away as soon as the start.
Oh, what lonely, lonely soul, crimes of passion the devil has stole.
What come of those earthly desires, come away as an empty hole.
Oh, what retched, retched life, dreams that were shattered with strife.
What come of those happy years, come away as I was to be wife.
SDPope