Текст песни: Notre Dame. Frost.
Enchanted I'd seek thee I froze in front of these carefully carved
sculptures. As if by a magic stroke with a bite so cold it burns on
nightfall I saw -
sculptures. As if by a magic stroke with a bite so cold it burns on
nightfall I saw -
Notre Dame
Notre Dame
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