Brown Bess के बोल

O ye of many faces, whose stumbles seal the coffin A bloom to bring the latest cos trials shed too often In whispers fake an orchard, affection just like coughing Belies the lately tortured; can't hide or make it soften The mask you kept eliding grows warped in its concealing Its grin i fight abiding despite an endless healing This risk entails some chances; pulseflutters utter their namea Pproaching through the branches, heatstroke blurs the barrel's aim Ears ring