I'm The Felodese

I'm the felodese who's slain
Time to feel the pangs of its pain
My folly brought night over day
Making a beating heart decay
I cry my tears concealed in the rain

Our love was pregnant with good grain
Clumsy hands and heart let it wane
Now faced with price too dear to pay
I'm the felodese

I must hence find our groove again
How do I mend a spine so sprained
Solemnly, now I kneel to  pray
As love bows dead, no harvest day
We ploughed, it grew, there was no rain
I'm the felodese.

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