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Текст песни I Can’t Seem To Make You Mine

In the silence of the garden
Moths are rising on the wind
And the beast is pondering love, love, love
'Till the rusty nails grow dim

I can't seem to make you mine through the long and lonely night
And I try so hard, darling
But the crowd pulled you away through the ribbons and the rain
And the ivy coiled around my hands

So I lingered with the people
In the silent August glade
But the rain has brought the night
And the night has brought the rain

I can't seem to make you mine through the long and lonely night
And I try so hard, darling
But the crowd pulled you away through the ribbons and the rain
And the ivy coiled around my hands