Текст песни
All my stars forsake me
And the dawn winds shake me
Where shall I betake me
Whither shall I run
Till the set of sun
Till the day be done
To the mountain-mine
To the boughs of the pine
To the blind man’s eyes
To a brow that is
Bowed upon the knees
Sick with memories
All my stars forsake me
And the dawn winds shake me
Where shall I betake me
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