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KARI RUESLATTEN >> Merchandise Links
KARI RUESLATTEN
My lover always meets me with a smile My lover always kind, always patient My lover like honey and milk My lover on a cold November morning But on the former Sunday I gave him in And on the former Sunday he went away All the grief that I have caused is nothing now, compared to this All the grief that I have given him is nothing now, compared to this And I can see him as he lies there And I can see him in his grave My lover on a bed in the evening mist tender and pure in his last moment My lover on a bed, spreads his beautiful hair out on the pillow - out on me
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