The Story of the Blue Snow
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Lyrics
I died for beauty but was scarce Adjusted in the tomb, When one who died for truth was lain In an adjoining room. He questioned softly why I failed? For beauty, I replied. and I for truth themself are one We brethren are" he said. And so, as kinsmen met a night, We talked between the rooms. Until the moss had reached our lips, And covered up our names.
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- Duration
- 07:31
- Tempo
- 102 BPM