Upon Beauty Rests. For The Days We Fear The Air We Breathe. Lord, Bless Our Imperfections For They Are All We Have Left. Após Beleza Restos. Para os dias temos medo do ar que respiramos. Senhor, abençoa nossas imperfeições Pois eles são tudo o que fiz ...
... : 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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