another mate, Before the holy shrine, Another ne'er shall have my heart, Death will be a friend of mine. She takes the robes from off her form, And dons a
There's a heart in my bosom and it's waiting for him. There's a heart in my bosom and it's waiting for him. There's a heart in my bosom and it's waiting
limb There's a heart in my bosom and it's waiting for him. There's a heart in my bosom and it's waiting for him. There's a heart in my bosom and it's
