Lyrics - The Bolt Of Cupid Felt by Darkseed

Music:
Hertrich
Lyrics:
Hertrich
When fourty nights shall besiege
Your browand dig deep wounds in
Your beauty now
Your youth's prout livery so gazed on metomorrow will be darkened sealed
Look how a bird lies tangled in a net
Pure shame and awed resistance made him fred
So fastened in her arms the favoured lies
She found more beaty in his varied eyes
Cut is the branch that might be grownwith
Your faith, the treasure of
Your lusty days
Then being asked where all
Your beaty lies
I say it to
Your deep-sunken eyes"
As if the dead the living should exceed,possessed by heavens heart and hand"
He burns with bashful shame
She with her tears does quench the maidenburning off her cheeks
Then with her windy sighs and golden handsto fain and blow them dry again she seeks
Look how a painter would surpass his life
His art with nature's worksmanship at strife
In limming out a well-proportioned steedas if the dead the living should exceed

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