Winter Of My Discontent Songtext
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[Chapter IV - The Passage begins]
Alas!
That I shall now die,
Not for deed or belief;
All I've been is glory,
Fear shall not embrace me.
Behold!
That I'm not for this,
Kingdom for heartfelt love,
Passed are all that was formal.
Now is the winter of my discontent,
Made glorious by this sun of north;
All the clouds that lowered upon me,
Are fallen and deep snow buried.
Now is the winter of my discontent,
Made glorious by this sun of north;
Of forest that scent of pine refines,
At heavens caress the white that alights.
Nor my mouth says of grief;
Alas!
That I shall now die,
Not for deed or belief;
All I've been is glory,
Fear shall not embrace me.
Behold!
That I'm not for this,
Kingdom for heartfelt love,
Passed are all that was formal.
Now is the winter of my discontent,
Made glorious by this sun of north;
All the clouds that lowered upon me,
Are fallen and deep snow buried.
Now is the winter of my discontent,
Made glorious by this sun of north;
Of forest that scent of pine refines,
At heavens caress the white that alights.
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