Текст песни Middle Earth - Gift
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Your grand ideals are so close to all of oursand for us all of this you would do.Yes, the sun illuminates your face.Well, you might think - but your mask of goldstill shows your eyes of coal.Of course the moon throws shadows on your face;your cold mask wanes.Youre wishing on, insisting on a wayto wake to find a gleam of hopeful rays.You might say that it is my lack of faith and not your mistake.Aside from right or wrong or who is at fault, the end result-a broken image that you cant hope to mend.You might try to adhere the pieces with your denial.Is this your gift to me?Music &Lyrics 1996 by Middle Earthlyrics by David Lee & Charlene Thompson