O, may it come, the time of love
The time we'd be enamoured of
O, may it come, the time of love
The time we'd be enamoured of
I've been patient too long, my memory is dead
All fears and all wrongs to heavens have fled
While all my veins burst with sickly thirst
O, may it come, the time of love
The time we'd be enamoured of
O, may it come, the time of love
The time we'd be enamoured of
Like the dreaming meadow that's forgetful of cares
Flourish and flower with incense and tares
Where fierce buzzings rise of filthy flies
O, may it come, the time of love
The time we'd be enamoured of
O, may it come, the time of love
The time we'd be enamoured of
O, may it come, the time of love
The time we'd be enamoured of
Hiding In My Hoodie - Song of the Highest Tower Lyrics
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O, may it come, the time of love
The time we'd be enamoured of
O, may it come, the time of love
The time we'd be enamoured of
I've been patient too long, my memory is dead
All fears and all wrongs to heavens have fled
While all my veins burst with sickly thirst
O, may it come, the time of love
The time we'd be enamoured of
O, may it come, the time of love
The time we'd be enamoured of
Like the dreaming meadow that's forgetful of cares
Flourish and flower with incense and tares
Where fierce buzzings rise of filthy flies
O, may it come, the time of love
The time we'd be enamoured of
O, may it come, the time of love
The time we'd be enamoured of
O, may it come, the time of love
The time we'd be enamoured of
The time we'd be enamoured of
O, may it come, the time of love
The time we'd be enamoured of
I've been patient too long, my memory is dead
All fears and all wrongs to heavens have fled
While all my veins burst with sickly thirst
O, may it come, the time of love
The time we'd be enamoured of
O, may it come, the time of love
The time we'd be enamoured of
Like the dreaming meadow that's forgetful of cares
Flourish and flower with incense and tares
Where fierce buzzings rise of filthy flies
O, may it come, the time of love
The time we'd be enamoured of
O, may it come, the time of love
The time we'd be enamoured of
O, may it come, the time of love
The time we'd be enamoured of
Writer: Arthur Rimbaud
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