Elma

There was a quince
In the middle of Hell
Dead was fairy Elma
Dead of heartache

Dead was fairy Elma
Dead of heartache

Let her sleep
Don’t wake her
Her head
Her breasts

They waited for me
They dreamed of me
They escorted me

Treated my wounds
And cried over them
While praying for me

Let her sleep
Don’t wake her
Her head
Her breasts

They waited for me
They dreamed of me
They escorted me

Treated my wounds
And cried over them
While praying for me

Take my eyesight
And sunlight
Just open for Elma
Gates of Heaven

Just open for Elma
Gates of Heaven

Let her sleep
Don’t wake her
Her head
Her breasts

They waited for me
They dreamed of me
They escorted me

Treated my wounds
And cried over them
While praying for me

Let her sleep
Don’t wake her

Her head
Her breasts

They waited for me
They dreamed of me
They escorted me

Treated my wounds
And cried over them
While praying for me

Elma…

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