Nira's Tale Of Love ( Prelude)
Nira's Tale Of Love ( Prelude)
Neither was she brow of an eye;
Nor was she the beat of a heart.
Hay that comes use for none
A handful of sand was the woman.
Neither was she brow of an eye;
Nor was she the beat of a heart.
Hay that comes use for none
A handful of sand was the woman.