Elizabeth Anka Vajagic. Other. Beneath Quiet Mornings. Zeneszám

Though sometimes
The law you apply
If all would fade
When you left things behind

These quiet mornings
Take me in
These quiet mornings
Take me in your arms

Though they'd move
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You leave behind
The wide dusk sky

These quiet mornings
Take me in
These quiet mornings
Take me in your arms
Your arms
Your arms