There must be someone around willing to go.
I’ve had too much amber drink, but need more
She doesn’t know how to birth
Sit and drink my time like my value
Too many herbs, how absurd
This has to be a joke
The false prophet is audacious
It’s not the splendor in the message being told ,
It’s the words that never grow old
No reason to mourn, life will go on.
All the women vanished, and the mothers too
I can hear no sorrow in the distance
Two wolfs will meet once again
Michael remembers the gold.
I’ve had too much amber drink, but need more
She doesn’t know how to birth
Sit and drink my time like my value
Too many herbs, how absurd
This has to be a joke
The false prophet is audacious
It’s not the splendor in the message being told ,
It’s the words that never grow old
No reason to mourn, life will go on.
All the women vanished, and the mothers too
I can hear no sorrow in the distance
Two wolfs will meet once again
Michael remembers the gold.
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