Lirieke:
Ark No End

Lirieke

The Ark. No End. Die Ark. Geen Einde.
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pay me back in kisses when the month is through I wont lie to you There is no end to love like ours There is no end to a love like ours There is no end

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Lirieke

Oorspronklik: The Ark. No End.

Vertaling: Die Ark. Geen Einde.

Lirieke

The Ark. No End. Die Ark. Geen Einde.
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pay me back in kisses when the month is through I wont lie to you There is no end to love like ours There is no end to a love like ours There is no end

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Lirieke

The Ark. No End. Die Ark. Geen Einde.
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pay me back in kisses when the month is through I wont lie to you There is no end to love like ours There is no end to a love like ours There is no end

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Lirieke

Ark (The). State Of The Ark. No End. Ark (The). Staat van die ark. Geen Einde.
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can pay me back in kisses when the month is through I wont lie to you There is no end to love like ours There is no end to a love like ours There is no end

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Lirieke

Ark. State Of The Ark. No End. Ark. Staat van die ark. Geen Einde.
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can pay me back in kisses when the month is through I wont lie to you There is no end to love like ours There is no end to a love like ours There is no end

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Lirieke

Ved Buens Ende.... A Mask In The Mirror. Aan die boog einde .... 'N masker in die spieël.
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Carry me and throw me, into the waters that kept you and yours alive. ...and if that was fear... I'd leave you with your doves. You'd want to eat the

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Lirieke

Ved Buens Ende.... I Sang For The Swans. Aan die boog einde .... Ek sing dit vir die Swans.
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...went away with my fathers, to gather the fallen. To return with the wisdom of the kings... Let me dream. (Let the jewels gleam.) Let the fallen hear

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Lirieke

Ved Buens Ende.... You That May Wither. Aan die boog einde .... Jy Dit Mei Wither.
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A distant cry... From whom I perished for? No... You are born... ...the winterburden I bled your tears once. If only I could wither, You, That May Wither

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Lirieke

Ved Buens Ende.... Those Who Caress The Pale. Aan die boog einde .... Diegene wat streel die Pale.
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Strange how mysteriousness bound us and drags us through these dark times Strange how the twilight encourages us and fills us with awesome pride. Strange

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Lirieke

Ved Buens Ende.... Carrier Of Wounds. Aan die boog einde .... Draer van wonde.
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I slumber throught my years, like the desert moves with the wind. Frozen and flickering, the lustful year has met its end. A wanderer I am indeed... ...

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Lirieke

Ved Buens Ende.... To Swarm Deserted Away. Aan die boog einde .... Om Swarm Away Verlate.
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I swarm deserted away, like glass... Warm, and as fevers, I am as flame. I am death... For I, I weave our blasphemies... Wicthes painted me, Like the

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Lirieke

Ved Buens Ende.... Coiled In Wings. Aan die boog einde .... Gekronkel In Wings.
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A shelter for me in the storm, to faint, and see ravens fly. I am the one worthy, to carry those born with wings. Swim with me, meet my dreamking...

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Lirieke

Ved Buens Ende.... Autumn Leaves. Aan die boog einde .... Autumn Leaves.
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dances that even gods and undreamt dreams would wish to see. We shall inherit the soil... Like the one who wants our songs to end. The one who perishes

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Lirieke

Ved Buens Ende.... Remembrance Of Things Past. Aan die boog einde .... Nagedagtenis Past.
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This sweetness that surrounded us, and bled with us... We touched it, and it smelt far worse than weeds... I have touched winds... I have touched sorrows

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Lirieke

Ved Buens Ende.... The Plunderer. Aan die boog einde .... Die plunderaar.
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The dust the Dreamking and I. Kept restrained like the flesh between the ribbons. We did what the sun forbade us to. Oh how mournful we are, soon to

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Lirieke

Ved Buens Ende.... Den Sõkaldte. Aan die boog einde .... Die Sõkaldte.
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Listen, hear my demons dance after a view and a fallen star, they gather. Look, see my demons gleam they've brought us stains and my bubbles bother.

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Lirieke

Ved Buens Ende.... It's Magic. Aan die boog einde .... Dit is Magic.
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Admire it in its sleep. Wounded, and embraced by dreams. Whatever wanders in these depths, it shall carry along. This shore is for the throne... I am