"The Virgin Queen" - Mediæval Bæbes "Say It's Not So" | Текст песни

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• "The Virgin Queen"
• Mediæval Bæbes "Say It's Not So"

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 again I turn

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

For I am made of snow

For I am soft as snow