Lyrics:
Meagan's Gyspy eyes
The lyres surround me
Purple drops of rain
The sun shone around me
Death that clouds her life
Will be forever
[Thee?] Is
Wake up and arise
Divine lyre of mine
And a speaking being become
Ten strings, ten strings, ten strings on my ten-stringed lyre,
I'll make music to You on my ten-stringed lyre.
I'll make music to You on my
Nuit d'étoiles
Sous tes voiles
Sous ta brise et tes parfums
Triste lyre
Qui soupire
Je rêve aux amours défunts
La sereine mélancolie
Vient éclore au
Well my woman and her lovin' has tied me to the pyre
Lie, lie, lie, lady lyre
The black smoke is a risin' and the flames are growing higher
Lie, lie,
and cold
And holding a lyre
By the side of the road
Holding all man's desire
Call on the saint
When the white candle burns
Keeping her safe
Until
(If given a heart)
Oh, shiny
Where you caught me, you caught me
I've praised such cygnets much better than myself
Along these lyres to wind,
of the lyre
In the arms of desire
It was dry
And a fine day
When we first came ashore
I wasn't really
Sure what I was looking for
Tracks of my mind
Rise up! Take your lyre and sing
Listen! To the news I bring
Frosty breath on the window
See a friend in the snow that gently falls
Feel
Rise up, take your lyre and sing
Listen, to the news I bring
Frosty breath on the window
See a friend in the snow that gently falls
Feel the truth
By the waters of Babylon
We laid our lyres down
Laid our lyres down,
Sat and cried
By the waters of Babylon
We sang no sacred songs
Sang no sacred
Mad-magical in Amsterdam (she won't, she won't)
So if you have fear, Apollo sit on my lyre, and
Play hIm like a piano man (I will, I will)
'Cause I love,
The lady of the lyre's got a lot upon her mind
Traveling across the land with seven strings combined
And where she's going next, no one knows, oh
Her
On the willows, there
We hung up our lyres
For our captors there
Required
Of us songs
And our tormentors, mirth
On the willows, there
We
huit font seize.
Mais voilà l'oiseau-lyre qui passe dans le ciel
L'enfant le voit, l'enfant l'entend, l'enfant l'appelle
Sauve-moi, joue avec moi, oiseau
Awake the harp, the lyre awake! And let your joyful song resound! Rejoice in the Lord, the mighty Lord! For He both heaven and earth has clothed in
so very deep
Well, the well went down to hell
Oh mama, oh mama
Poor Orpheus woke up with a start
All amongst the rotting dead
His lyre tucked
so very deep
Well, the well went down to hell
Oh mama, oh mama
Poor Orpheus woke up with a start
All amongst the rotting dead
His lyre tucked
O ignee Spiritus, laus tibi sit
Qui in timpanis et citharis operaris
O fiery Spirit, praise to you
Who on the tympana and lyre work and play!
Lyre le temps is coming get anywhere to passing souls are to living only way to going galaxy X2
Lyre le temps is coming three losts souls three
Cleopatra, patra, patra
You can't control me no more Cleopatra, patra, patra
All the wine we tasted, all the love we made
All the strumming lyres will
Are you worth your slat?
I am worth more than my salt
I share my lyre, my salt with you
I will share my lyre and salt with you
I come to you
with my
L'oiseau lyre avance
En cadence, en cadence
Malgré les turbulences
Bien en-dessous
De la ligne de pâmoison
Pour pas un rond, pas un sou
L'oiseau lyre avance
En cadence, en cadence
Malgré les turbulences
Bien en-dessous
De la ligne de pâmoison
Pour pas un rond, pas un sou
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