The Gathering - The May Song | Текст песни

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• The Gathering
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I'm waiting for your hands
to fold around my wrist
I'm mellowing in warm grass
And the scent of you I've missed

And blue is representing
The draft in my heart
I'm wandering through thin skies

And the transparent air I've missed

Pale is my face
You might want to colour
while I breathe

I'm following large drops of rain
With my eyes on the sight of you I've missed

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