Are those eyes, or goblets of wine?
The lover's heart, a shattered shrine.
Are those eyes, or goblets of wine?
The lover's heart, a shattered shrine.
A shattered shrine,
A shattered shrine.
Are those eyes, or goblets of wine?
The lover's heart, a shattered shrine.
A whisper of cloud, so light,
Like the edge of her garment in sight.
A whisper of cloud, so light,
Like the edge of her garment in sight.
The night, a mad, bewildered plight,
Searching for the moon, forlorn.
The night, a mad, bewildered plight,
Searching for the moon, forlorn.
Searching for the moon, forlorn,
Searching for the moon, forlorn.
Are those eyes, or goblets of wine?
The lover's heart, a shattered shrine.
The cupbearer, solitude's embrace,
Madness on the heart's face.
The cupbearer, solitude's embrace,
Madness on the heart's face.
Repentance, what a stretch of grace,
Lest the rose branch break in two.
Repentance, what a stretch of grace,
Lest the rose branch break in two.
Lest the rose branch break in two,
Lest the rose branch break in two.
Are those eyes, or goblets of wine?
The lover's heart, a shattered shrine.
The season arrives to drink deep,
A flame in the chest, secrets to keep.
The season arrives to drink deep,
A flame in the chest, secrets to keep.
Two paths exist, for life to leap,
One love, the other, wine's sweet art.
Two paths exist, for life to leap,
One love, the other, wine's sweet art.
One love, the other, wine's sweet art,
One love, the other, wine's sweet art.
Are those eyes, or goblets of wine?
The lover's heart, a shattered shrine.
A shattered shrine,
A shattered shrine.
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