Sunset Wings《Proserpine》[MP3_LRC]

[00:00.00]90听音乐网 www.90T8.com  [00:31.33]Afar away the light that brings cold cheer [00:36.16]Unto this wall,- one instant and no more [00:41.32]Admitted at my distant palace-door [00:46.97]Afar the flowers of Enna from this drear [00:52.02]Dire fruit, which, tasted once, must thrall me here [01:00.85]Afar those skies from this Tartarean grey [01:11.19]The nights that shall be from the days that were [02:17.98]Behold, this crocus is a withering flame [02:22.67]This snowdrop, snow; this apple-blossom's part [02:28.52]To breed the fruit that breeds the serpent's art [02:32.91]Nay, for this spring-flowers, turn thy face from them [02:37.73]Nor stay till on the year's last lily-stem [02:43.18]The white cup shrivels round the golden heart [03:01.10]Afar from mine own self I seem, and wing [03:08.30]Strange ways in thought, and listen for a sign [03:15.90]And still some heart unto some soul doth pine， [03:20.35](Whose sounds mine inner sense is fain to bring) [03:23.62]Woe's me for thee, unhappy Proserpine， [03:28.06](Continually together, murmuring) [03:30.84]Woe's me for thee, unhappy Proserpine [03:35.24](Woe's me for thee, unhappy Proserpine) [03:38.39]Woe's me for thee，unhappy Proserpine [03:46.18]Woe's me for thee