Upon Beauty Rests. For The Days We Fear The Air We Breathe. Lord, Bless Our Imperfections For They Are All We Have Left. Ved Beauty Pauser. For de dage, vi frygter luften, vi indånder. Herre, Velsign vore ufuldkommenheder for de er alle vi har tilbage ...
... : 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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