A lost aria, enshrouds the soul Barely above the pool of dream It controls. It hurts. For all lies endlessly seer through Enchant the yarns, immure the shell Keep away from this Delores Out of heart, Out of eyes Pray, hauntings be with me no more Let not the roaring forte through Hide behind delusory semblances Reveal no favor, Reveal no yearning Amour shall not brush these walls And when this travail elapses Embrace the puissance you merited You require no one, You exhale no weakness Pianissimo, sempre dolce |
A Lost Aria Author Unkown |