Текст песни Her Last Home

Just like oil on canvassÅ

Touch of red, mostly blackÅ

Thick are the air and the fog that hide her from youÅ

WeepsÅ shadowÅ

Cries Å sparkleÅ

ÓShe sleeps, she sleepsÅÔ

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Standing by the willow tree,

Longing for an old feeling, being hisÅ

Now she is like a torn flower,

AloneÅ

Among the trees, and underneath the leaves,

There is her last home, she lies there all aloneÅ