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Celtic Frost
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Sorrows of the Moon
Lyricist:Martin Stricker
This evening the moon dreams more lazily As some fair woman lost in cushions deep With gentle hand caresses listlessly The contour of her breasts before she sleeps, oh
On velvet backs of avalanches soft She often lies enraptured as she dies And gazes on white visions aloft Which like a blossoming to heaven rise Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
When sometimes on this globe, in indolence She lets a secret tear drop down, by chance A poet set against oblivion
Oh, takes in his hand this pale and furtive tear This opal drop where rainbow hues appear And hides it in his breast far from the sun
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