Sarah Brightman. The Trees They Grow So High. There's None To Soothe. Сара Брайтман. Деревья они растут So High. Там Отсутствуют Чтобы успокоить.
... : There's none to soothe my soul to rest, There's none my load of grief to share Or wake to joy this lonely breast, Or light the gloom of dark despair
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