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• Artiste: William Elliott Whitmore
• Titre: Cold And Dead
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Well sing with me a hymn For the light that has dimmed For the heart that no longer beats And even until death when nothing else is left and the pain has finally ceased And the sun will never shine on this cold dead heart of mine Sing with me a hymn For the body that's grown weary For the voice that's forever still And my lips will utter praise Until the end of days for the space that can not be filled And the sun will never shine on this cold dead heart of mine Well I will be your roof Your shelter from the storm Your footing against the wind And I'll mend for you my dear Those hopes that have been torn And I hope our paths will cross again And the sun will never shine on this cold dead heart of mine