Upon Beauty Rests. For The Days We Fear The Air We Breathe. Lord, Bless Our Imperfections For They Are All We Have Left. Amikor szépség az utastérben. The Days félünk a levegő, amit belélegzünk. Uram, Bless A hiányosságok esetében ezek mind hagytunk.
... : 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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