Flow My Tears 歌词
| 歌曲 | Flow My Tears |
| 歌手 | Sting |
| 歌手 | Edin Karamazov |
| 专辑 | Songs From The Labyrinth |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| Flow my teares fall from your springs, | |
| Exilde for ever：Let me morne | |
| Where nights black bird hir sad infamy sings, | |
| There let me live forlorne. | |
| Downe vaine lights shine you no more, | |
| No nights are dark enough for those | |
| That in dispaire their last fortunes deplore, | |
| Light doth but shame disclose. | |
| Never may my woes be relieved, | |
| Since pittie is fled, | |
| And teares, and sighes, and grones | |
| My wearie days of all joyes have deprived. | |
| From the highest spire of contentment, | |
| My fortune is throwne, | |
| And feare, and griefe, and paine | |
| For my deserts, are my hopes since hope is gone. | |
| Hark you shadowes that in darnesse dwell, | |
| Learn to contemne light, | |
| Happy that in hell | |
| Feele not the worlds despite. |
| Flow my teares fall from your springs, | |
| Exilde for ever: Let me morne | |
| Where nights black bird hir sad infamy sings, | |
| There let me live forlorne. | |
| Downe vaine lights shine you no more, | |
| No nights are dark enough for those | |
| That in dispaire their last fortunes deplore, | |
| Light doth but shame disclose. | |
| Never may my woes be relieved, | |
| Since pittie is fled, | |
| And teares, and sighes, and grones | |
| My wearie days of all joyes have deprived. | |
| From the highest spire of contentment, | |
| My fortune is throwne, | |
| And feare, and griefe, and paine | |
| For my deserts, are my hopes since hope is gone. | |
| Hark you shadowes that in darnesse dwell, | |
| Learn to contemne light, | |
| Happy that in hell | |
| Feele not the worlds despite. |
| Flow my teares fall from your springs, | |
| Exilde for ever: Let me morne | |
| Where nights black bird hir sad infamy sings, | |
| There let me live forlorne. | |
| Downe vaine lights shine you no more, | |
| No nights are dark enough for those | |
| That in dispaire their last fortunes deplore, | |
| Light doth but shame disclose. | |
| Never may my woes be relieved, | |
| Since pittie is fled, | |
| And teares, and sighes, and grones | |
| My wearie days of all joyes have deprived. | |
| From the highest spire of contentment, | |
| My fortune is throwne, | |
| And feare, and griefe, and paine | |
| For my deserts, are my hopes since hope is gone. | |
| Hark you shadowes that in darnesse dwell, | |
| Learn to contemne light, | |
| Happy that in hell | |
| Feele not the worlds despite. |
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