Samain Night
By William ShakespeareAnd now my charms are all o'erthrown
And what strength I have's mine own
Which is most faint: now t'is true
I must here be released by you
But release me from my bands
With the help of your good hands
Gentle breath of yours my sails
Must fill, or else my project fails,
Which was to please. Now I want
Spirits to enforce, art to enchant
And my ending is despair,
Unless I be relieved by prayer
Which pierces so that it assaults
Mercy itself and frees all faults
As you from your crimes would pardon'd be
Let your indulgence set me free
Losowe piosenki:
If Music Could Talk
Hands off she's mine
Take the time around
For You Blue
After The Thrill Is Gone
THE MAN WITH THE GLOOEY HANDS