Mediæval Bæbes - The Virgin Queen | Текст песни

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My care is like my shadow,
Laid bare beneath the sun,
It follows me at all times,
And flies when I pursue it,
I freeze and yet am always burned,
Since from myself I turn,
I love and yet am forced to hate,
I seem stark mute,
Inside I prate.

My care is like my shadow,
Laid bare beneath the sun,
It follows me at all times,
And flies when I pursue it.

I love and yet am forced to hate,
I seem stark mute ,
Inside I prate,
Some gentler love doth ease itself
Into my heart and mind,
For I am soft and made of snow,
Love be more cruel or so be kind.

(Based on a poem «ON MONSIEUR'S DEPARTURE» by Elizabeth I, Queen of England)

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