And who will have her?
Instead we harm her
And we make fire
And we are fire
And who will have her?
Instead we harm her
And we make fire
And we are higher
Without, she begs, "I want her,
Uphold and sell your stone to the sculptor"
You are not willing
In the night I beg to hide my falter
And you'll not beg to bear my offer to her
You said
I waged a war
What foe, what for