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I passed right through her fingers
Her mortal despair, it's me
I read between the gemstones
That dripped from her lips for me
I am so tired of tears
So tired of tears
Lay not thy hand upon
Lay no hand on my daughter
My child sings soft and sweet to herself
I know no life can live forever
Sailing away I go from myself
Shadows wicked, finger is pointing
Wrapped in a sorry shroud of my sickness
Without you I have become a mortal
With this child in my, in my bleeding arms
I am so tired of tears
So tired of tears
Lay not thy hand upon
Lay no hand on my daughter
I passed right through her fingers
Her mortal despair, it's me
I read between the gemstones
That dripped from her lips for me
Wrapped in a sorry shroud of my sickness
Without you I have become a mortal
With this child in my, in my bleeding arms
I am so tired of tears
So tired of tears
Lay not thy hand upon
Lay no hand on my daughter
Tired of tears
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