Hither And Heather
Hither and heather this earth came to be
How high hopes tend to always flee
Find less passion, fear the dead crone
To the sea, to the sea, we were thrown
Piled up, piled up, to the bones we were
For one day, these bones will be less then a memory
How high hopes tend to always flee
Find less passion, fear the dead crone
To the sea, to the sea, we were thrown
Piled up, piled up, to the bones we were
For one day, these bones will be less then a memory
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