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作曲 : Marcel Bochnig I collect the light from the stars When I close my crippled fingers And when I draft my emaciated back Confined in my gazebo of crystal, It only shines for you Come by, my father, look Come and see my fall For I collected all the light Come by, my father, look Come and see my fall For I collected all the light I tear of my skin and bow to thee humbly Take my tongue, so you can always hear my worries Take my ears, so I can hear your solace
