A Purse Of Gold And Stars Lyrics

Your summer breathes aloud
Your prayers overcome
Your love letters will fall
Of severe relief
The language of dreams
The offerings of your shrine
Am I what you see?
Well just pour the wine

I bring back to you
Only the things aisle
I built a pure white castle
For you to grow The clothes that you wore
You dropped them one by one
The duty of lovers
Has now begun
A mouth drawn to a mouth
And I don't ask when
I ended up as your lover
Wrapped inside your skin
I enter the labyrinth
Of moonlit skin
I've worn out my heart
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