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ENاصل بول
ترجمہ ابھی دستیاب نہیں۔ اصل بول دکھائے جا رہے ہیں۔
Followed a man into dark tall trees
Softly he spoke
All the birds watching
Last breath is lost
Falling leaves and lust
My love for the pure white dove in dust
And now my home has become a grove
My name is gone
I've become unknown
I can still hear them moan
One for flesh one for bone
Wearing black and white robes
build the walls burn the grove
