The bride is crying with your truth
And miss through fingers sand your words
The mind has never knew the ruth
The tongues of two swords
They lick the hearts, they lick so sharp
Your naked enemy has scored
And words are coloring with blood
The tongues of two swords
But Love is dressed in white and red
The Love is bride, it came from Lord
It say, - the mind was mad when said,-
The tongues of two swords
Two tongues of swords
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