Luyện nghe bài hát The Window

Why do you by the window
to beauty and pride
The thorn of the night in bosom
The spear of the age in your
in the rages of fragrance
Lost in the rags of
Lost in the of a sickness
That loosens the high nerves

Oh chosen love, Oh frozen
Oh tangle of matter and
Oh of angels, demons and saints
And the whole host
this soul

And come forth from the of anoint
And the cheek of the moon
The New Jerusalem
Why tarry all night in the
And leave no word of
And no observer to mourn
But climb on your tears and be
Like a rose on its ladder of

Oh love, Oh frozen love...

lay your rose on the fire
The give up to the sun
The sun give over to
In the of the high holy one
For the one dreams of a letter
Dreams of a death
Oh thee continuous stutter
Of the word made into flesh

Oh love, Oh frozen love...

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