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Enya China Roses

. You talk of the break of morning As you view the new aurora, Cloud in crimson, the key of heaven, One love carved in acajou. One told me of China Roses

. You talk of the break of morning As you view the new aurora, Cloud in crimson, the key of heaven, One love carved in acajou. One told me of China Roses

You talk of the break of morning As you view the new aurora, Cloud in crimson, the key of heaven, One love carved in acajou. One told me of China Roses

tree. You talk of the break of morning As you view the new aurora, Cloud in crimson, the key of heaven, One love carved in acajou. One told me of China Roses

You talk of the break of morning As you view the new aurora, Cloud in crimson, the key of heaven, One love carved in acajou. One told me of China Roses