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Wounded The The Art Of Grief

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Wounded (the). The Art Of Grief. Frailty Thy Name Is Woman. Wounded (de). The Art Of Grief. Frailty Thy Name Is Woman.
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to starve it beat by beat. Now, there they lay with broken wings. Never to fly again... Fallen..... fallen..... We threat romance for wounds, And wounds for scars. And we will remember these wounds

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Wounded (the). The Art Of Grief. Against All Gods. Wounded (de). The Art Of Grief. Against All Gods.
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On this stage to many wounds were delivered By tragedy players in lovelorn flesh bound. Brought forth a tragedienne with bleeding wrists, Desperately seeking for wounds

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Wounded (the). The Art Of Grief. To Certify Your Eminent (Billet-doux). Wounded (de). The Art Of Grief. Te certificeren van uw Eminent (Billet-doux).
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Yet once beloved silencers, came to perish. To undo enamoured hearts of eachother. With darkness and night in their wings, They bring silver tears in

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Wounded (the). The Art Of Grief. The Art Of Grief. Wounded (de). The Art Of Grief. The Art Of Grief.
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Oh life, forgive the tears that I spend for them, Fire runs through me as I find myself cursed with you. These uncontrolled emotions rest upon my shoulders

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Wounded (the). The Art Of Grief. Your Roses Will Burn. Wounded (de). The Art Of Grief. Uw Roses zal branden.
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I admit... I've walked with sunrise consumers, Destroyers of beautiful dreams. A rose selling class,.. banishes, Breed fear amongst the frail. Burning

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Wounded (the). The Art Of Grief. We Pass Our Bridal Days. Wounded (de). The Art Of Grief. We passeren Onze Bridal Dagen.
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my bridal days. And I collapsed in a forlorn paradise. Through forgotten fields of remembrance As the moments of harmony die, We cry with Ebony hearts of grief

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Wounded (the). The Art Of Grief. Wounded (de). The Art Of Grief.
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: Oh life, forgive the tears that I spend for them, Fire runs through me as I find myself cursed with you. These uncontrolled emotions rest upon my shoulders

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Amy Grant. O Sacred Head. Amy Grant. O Sacred Head.
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O sacred Head now wounded, with grief and shame weighed down Now scornfully surrounded, with thorns Thine only crown How art Thou pale with anguish, with

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Grant Amy. O Sacred Head. Grant Amy. O Sacred Head.
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O Sacred Head By Amy Grant O sacred head now wounded With grief and shame way down, Now scornfully surrounded With thorns thine only crown, How art thou

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Amy Grant. O Sacred Head. Amy Grant. O Sacred Head.
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16th Lent, Bach) O sacred Head now wounded, with grief and shame weighed down Now scornfully surrounded, with thorns Thine only crown How art Thou pale

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4Him. O Sacred Head, Now Wounded. 4Him. O Sacred Head, Nu Wounded.
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O sacred Head, now wounded With grief and shame weighed down Now scornfully surounded With thorns, Thine only crown How art Thou pale with anguish With

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Empyrium. The Yearning. Empyrium. Het verlangen.
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so clean My lips art so cold Where is the tongue that melts the ice and snow? My grief is infinite Where are art thou who heals my wounds? I ride through

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4Him. O Sacred Head, Now Wounded. 4Him. O Sacred Head, Nu Wounded.
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O sacred Head, now wounded With grief and shame weighed down Now scornfully surounded With thorns, Thine only crown How art Thou pale with anguish With

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4Him. Hymns: A Place Of Worship. O Sacred Head, Now Wounded. 4Him. Lofzangen: een plaats van aanbidding. O Sacred Head, Nu Wounded.
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: O sacred Head, now wounded With grief and shame weighed down Now scornfully surounded With thorns, Thine only crown How art Thou pale with anguish

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4Him. Hymns: A Place Of Worship. O Sacred Head, Now Wounded. 4Him. Lofzangen: een plaats van aanbidding. O Sacred Head, Nu Wounded.
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O sacred Head, now wounded With grief and shame weighed down Now scornfully surounded With thorns, Thine only crown How art Thou pale with anguish With

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Amy Grant. My Father's Eyes. O Sacred Head. Amy Grant. My Father's Eyes. O Sacred Head.
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16th Lent, Bach) O sacred Head now wounded, with grief and shame weighed down Now scornfully surrounded, with thorns Thine only crown How art Thou pale

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