Letras:Nico. Drama Of Exile. Genghis Khan.

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I have come to lie with you
I have come to die with you

On your padded shoulder
And your golden chest
In a wilderness of glass we rest

And all the flowers they are our words
And my chances follow dances
Into a storm afraid

A sweet and bitter rest he gets
A sweet and bitter rest he gets

I have come to lie with you
I have come to die with you