Far in the street with no name
Under a lie in bloom
I fail to see her tend with my cry again
Until the end of her time
She sews a dress of blame
Thread is a vein
Of her smile drowned in time...

... The light, the night of role
The body dressed of guilty rain
That girl
That girl...
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That Girl Lyrics

Klimt 1918 – That Girl Lyrics