Songtexte Adieu Color Adieu - Josephine Foster
                                                Magnifying 
                                                stain'd 
                                                glass
 
                                    
                                
                                                Of 
                                                peacock 
                                                patterns 
                                                on 
                                                the 
                                                withered 
                                                grass
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                frozen 
                                                ground 
                                                without 
                                                    a 
                                                sound
 
                                    
                                
                                                Subdues 
                                                the 
                                                seed 
                                                of 
                                                buried 
                                                flowers 
                                                round
 
                                    
                                
                                                Embroidered 
                                                on 
                                                    a 
                                                tattered 
                                                veil
 
                                    
                                
                                                Snowflake 
                                                patterns
 
                                    
                                
                                                Conceal 
                                                    a 
                                                tearful 
                                                trail
 
                                    
                                
                                                Adieu 
                                                color, 
                                                adieu
 
                                    
                                
                                                What 
                                                remnants 
                                                now 
                                                remain, 
                                                what 
                                                hue
 
                                    
                                
                                                Some 
                                                little 
                                                shards
 
                                    
                                
                                                Too 
                                                far, 
                                                too 
                                                few
 
                                    
                                
                                                Cannot 
                                                retard 
                                                the 
                                                blinding 
                                                flame 
                                                you 
                                                threw
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                prison 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                stainless 
                                                dew
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                desecrated 
                                                dame 
                                                you 
                                                knew
 
                                    
                                
                                                Peering 
                                                through 
                                                the 
                                                lattice 
                                                lace
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                empty 
                                                green 
                                                bottles 
                                                pure 
                                                curving 
                                                grace
 
                                    
                                
                                                Awaits 
                                                the 
                                                light 
                                                of 
                                                day 
                                                to 
                                                fill 
                                                its 
                                                space
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                stain 
                                                the 
                                                emerald 
                                                shadow 
                                                of 
                                                    a 
                                                spilling 
                                                vase
 
                                    
                                
                                                Cloistered 
                                                in 
                                                    a 
                                                holy 
                                                jail
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                grail 
                                                of 
                                                alabaster 
                                                holds 
                                                sediment 
                                                of 
                                                laughter
 
                                    
                                
                                                For 
                                                hereafter 
                                                and 
                                                beyond, 
                                                and 
                                                then 
                                                we're 
                                                gone
 
                                    
                                
                                                Without 
                                                    a 
                                                trace
 
                                    
                                
                                                Adieu 
                                                color, 
                                                adieu
 
                                    
                                
                                                What 
                                                remnants 
                                                now 
                                                remain, 
                                                what 
                                                hue
 
                                    
                                
                                                Some 
                                                little 
                                                shards
 
                                    
                                
                                                Too 
                                                far, 
                                                too 
                                                few
 
                                    
                                
                                                Cannot 
                                                retard 
                                                the 
                                                blinding 
                                                flame 
                                                you 
                                                threw
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                prison 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                stainless 
                                                dew
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                desecrated 
                                                dame 
                                                you 
                                                knew
 
                                    
                                
                                                Saunter 
                                                through 
                                                    a 
                                                forest 
                                                glade
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                snow-white 
                                                shade 
                                                is 
                                                full 
                                                of 
                                                hidden 
                                                blades
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                call 
                                                    a 
                                                spade 
                                                    a 
                                                spade 
                                                    a 
                                                spade 
                                                    a 
                                                spade
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                raise 
                                                above 
                                                our 
                                                head 
                                                    a 
                                                stroke 
                                                to 
                                                waken 
                                                all 
                                                the 
                                                dead
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                spokes 
                                                of 
                                                icicles 
                                                fall 
                                                glitt'ring 
                                                all 
                                                around
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                penetrate 
                                                the 
                                                piney 
                                                mound
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                crystally 
                                                cascade
 
                                    
                                
                                                Adieu 
                                                color, 
                                                adieu
 
                                    
                                
                                                What 
                                                remnants 
                                                now 
                                                remain, 
                                                what 
                                                hue
 
                                    
                                
                                                Some 
                                                little 
                                                shards
 
                                    
                                
                                                Too 
                                                far, 
                                                too 
                                                few
 
                                    
                                
                                                Cannot 
                                                retard 
                                                the 
                                                blinding 
                                                flame 
                                                you 
                                                threw
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                prison 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                stainless 
                                                dew
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                desecrated 
                                                dame 
                                                you 
                                                knew
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                prison 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                stainless 
                                                dew
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                desecrated 
                                                dame 
                                                you 
                                                knew
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                prison 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                stainless 
                                                dew
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                desecrated 
                                                dame 
                                                you 
                                                knew
 
                                    
                                
                            1 Soothsayer Song
2 A Little Song
3 The Virgin of the Snow
4 Pearl in Oyster
5 Benevolent Spring
6 Force Divine
7 All Pales Next to You
8 Lord of Love
9 Eternity
10 Indian Burn
11 The Peak of Paradise
12 Adieu Color Adieu
13 Pining Away
14 Challenger
15 I Was Glad
16 Shepherd Moon of Starry Height
17 Little Lamb
18 Faithful Fairy Harmony
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