All is forgiven, ye Sirens. Tho I’ve black memories of my drownings, I’ve no hostilities held– where once you’d been.
Still, it’s someone else’s turn to be loved; sing your song, sing your song, one shall come.
one shall come
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All is forgiven, ye Sirens. Tho I’ve black memories of my drownings, I’ve no hostilities held– where once you’d been.
Still, it’s someone else’s turn to be loved; sing your song, sing your song, one shall come.