Our lady of more (Repeat)
Our lady of more, this saddened whore
How I adore her, when she's on the floor
Lonely love is blind to ashes
Lonely love is blind
Lonely love is blind to ashes
Lonely love unwinds
She's like the twilight, their needle sings (?)
Skin of the mayflower, a pale reflection brings
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