letra de santa decca - michael linton
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the gods are dead: no longer do we bring
to grey-eyed pallas crowns of olive-leaves!
demeter’s child no more hath tithe of sheaves
and in the noon the careless shepherds sing
for pan is dead, and all the wantoning
by secret glade and devious haunt is o’er:
young hylas seeks the water-springs no more;
great pan is dead, and mary’s son is king
and yet–perchance in this sea tranced isle
chеwing the bitter fruit of memory
somе god lies hidden in the asphodel
ah love! if such there be, then it were well
for us to fly his anger: nay, but see
the leaves are stirring: let us watch awhile
letras aleatórias
- letra de party without ya - wooze
- letra de breathe/dreaming - berner
- letra de booty call - ob blessing
- letra de anymore - berner
- letra de losing time - woes
- letra de next up - berner
- letra de stuck - berner
- letra de best thang smokin' - berner
- letra de this baby don't cry - k.flay
- letra de real world - woes