Paradise Lost
Por um escritor misterioso
Descrição
Lyrics:
Oh paradise, my sweet paradise
The paradigm is set or so I am told
Not your given name, But the one that I gave you when
We found our eden we would never grow old
Farewell happy fields, the joy of which I must now leave
The sweet recess of memory I’ll cherish for so long
Must I leave thee?
“It was never going to be easy”
You said to me sweetly as I left my only home
Paradise lost
Unfashionable sacrifice, departing was the most painful thing
I have often haunted the halls of our memories in an effort to see what
Facsimile of what we had I could build up in my mind but I can’t forget the cost
My voice began quivering and my words came out meek and soft
Our sweet recess and only consolation left
Accustomed to immortal fruits I found myself bereft
To live in these wild woods forlorn it was an early death
I clung onto you waiting for the end with bated breath
Cause I was a kid
and I am still a kid
A child asking “do you still believe in me?”
Must I thus leave thee, paradise?
Thus leave thee native soil
These happy walks and shades
Fit haunt of Gods where I had hoped to spend
Quiet though sad the respite of that day
That must be mortal to us both
Oh flowers that will never in other climate grow
My early visitation and my last
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