Upon Beauty Rests. For The Days We Fear The Air We Breathe. Lord, Bless Our Imperfections For They Are All We Have Left. Bij schoonheid rust. Voor de dagen dat we Fear De lucht die we inademen. Heer, zegen onze Onvolmaaktheden Want zij zijn All We Hav ...
... : Soft words bled from beauty and lips to mine, Oh our lives are but a minute among tumbling hours. And with the weight of our world I lie trembling...
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