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I passed right through her fingers Her mortal despair, it's me I read between the gemstones That dripped from her lips for me I am so tired of tears So tired of tears Lay not thy hand upon Lay no hand on my daughter My child sings soft and sweet to herself I know no life can live forever Sailing away I go, from myself Shadows wicked finger is pointing Wrapped in a sorry shroud of my sickness Without you, I have become a mortal With this child in my, in my bleeding arms I am so tired of tears So tired of tears Lay not thy hand upon Lay no hand on my daughter I passed right through her fingers Her mortal despair, it's me Letras de cancionesI read between the gemstones That dripped from her lips for me Wrapped in a sorry shroud of my sickness Without you, I have become a mortal With this child in my, in my bleeding arms I am so tired of tears So tired of tears Lay not thy hand upon Lay no hand on my daughter From Letras Mania