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Thou Mayst in Mee Behold - Crown of Autumn-歌词

Thou Mayst in Mee Behold - Crown of Autumn

Scriptured in the features of your face

And in the hues of delicate

Which painteth thee

With the colour of antique gold

Throughout dim and narrow lanes

Aery surges of cold

Bring to me my Ancestor's voice

Whispering mysterious words

Tears of white wax many candles

Shed in solemn quiet

As I admire the Romanic stone

Glowing like ardent embers

Beautiful stained-glass windows

Represent legends of yore

Thruh the rosette I behold the crescente moon

In the enchanting violet of dusk

Shall I question the ancestral stars

And the earthly spirit of the mounts

Thruh the forest and it's tangled boughs

Hear the distant echoes of the past

Shall I question the ancestral stars

And the earthly spirit of the mounts

Thruh the forest and it's tangled boughs

Hear the distant echoes of the past

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