Fredericksberg Have

Walking through the paths
Stepping on the leaves
The cold of the breeze
Hurts down to the bones

The palace on the hill
Dominates the scene
Clear sky drains my soul
From all the fears within

Whatever is painted brown
Tall trees are blind and deaf
Old stories of northern myhts

Glory of castles
Magic of fables
Glory of castles
Magic of fables

Glory of castles
Magic of fables
Glory of castles
Magic of fables

Whatever is painted brown
Tall trees are blind and deaf
Old stories of northern myhts

Glory of castles
Magic of fables
Glory of castles
Magic of fables

Glory of castles
Magic of fables
Glory of castles
Magic of fables

Glory of castles
Magic of fables
Glory of castles
Magic of fables



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Writer(s): Matteo Dedola
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