Now is the end of the gentile Pluck aeolian harp, my child Beyond the lust of this moment Thin as a pine slat It does no good to call you mine You're
now is the end of the gentile pluck aeolian harp my child beyond the lust of this moment thin as a pine slat it does no good to call you mine you
Translation: Woven Hand. Aeolian Harp (Under The World).
