Her
Quelle: Spotify
There's no music that conveys
The splendor of her ways
Were it produced
There'd be no use but to quit
There's no method to assess
The way I've been possessed
By her beauty
It's my duty to remit
There's no science to exact
The depth of her impact
As I languish
In the anguish of desire
And there's no language that depicts
The pain that lust inflicts
Just some flashes
From the ashes of the fire
And it doesn't matter if you tell me there's no cure
My sole conviction isn't possibly deterred
You'll never live to see the day my senses stir
For anyone but her
For anyone but her
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