( Roun'n'roun ) o'ere mi beautifal misty go tonyt? Wy mus' thou sek lonlinest Mus' thou bes' ma'm writh havee red wyn to fo'get thy pa'ns n'syde -- O, Mytee Jesus, br'ng me love, br'ng me scarlet Thou lonlinest tonyt d'spert for infanite charms'n'beauty' My ey's 'wirls'n'wirls ,cees thus waws bu-rry Moor wyn, moor, mus' ave moor red wyn, Thou ha'rt kry lo'd, O'ere mi butifal Lady be'n tonyt? Wy mus' thou teer 'scape frown eye? B'cus thou mis' you tonyt, Misty, wr'ere on rth ar you? N'jo's, luk for her, 'til me wr'ere she be'n. 'Til thy ha'rt thou mis' her much dark tonyt, O, thou love neither on rth nor on land, Thy H'aven kepture thou love sol', Thou love gone since b'gining ff'time, Thou lov' ha'rth dy n'syd She 'as desanegraded uponth rths gro'nd Thou Lady pa'mise Love eternaty - Wy Lady lev' tis' ha'rt qold' ? Thou Love, com, com, thou liv shal not cee tonyt, Is love death, is love invinceable? Thy love lef' thou sef cold and dry'dth, Mus' not thou , I, b'long to you? Wy thy soul dyth ilusively ? 'As thy Sole fo'got'n me? Tek me, tek me, thou mus' not lev' no'more N'jo's, time mus you com Uponth thus dark nyt Skavenge tis' ha'rt, Bury depth gro'nd writh thou Love- Thou shal blee no'ever'more - -Birth sign: Scorpio
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