Beauty dies of beauty
Love of love
In the fever of our waiting
We were decieved, without deceivers
Betrayed, without betrayers
A mirror waits for your face
And I have been awaiting you
CharisBeauty dies of beauty Love of love In the fever of our waiting We were decieved, without deceivers Betrayed, without betrayers A mirror waits for your face And I have been awaiting you |