face A gesture of farewell, to the kiss of God's mouth Kiss the image in a stranger's casket What has become of our splendour? Twelve strokes have fallen And
the face A gesture of farewell, to the kiss of God's mouth Kiss the image in a stranger's casket What has become of splendour? Twelve strokes have fallen And
about the face A gesture of farewell, to the kiss of God's mouth Kiss the image in a stranger's casket What has become of splendour? Twelve strokes have fallen And