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For hands of gold are always cold
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For hands of gold are always cold
Written by Axl   
giovedì, 12 giugno 2008

For hands of gold are always cold


He rode through the streets of the city,

down from his hill of high,

O’er the wynds and the steps and the cobbles,

he rode to a woman’s sigh.


For she was his secret treasure,

she was his shame and his bliss.

And a chain and a keep are nothing,

compared to a woman’s kiss.


For hands of gold are always cold,

but a woman’s hands are warm.

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