in the hearts of the chosen As sure as life and death itself, a thinking and being that must survive And if our campaign is pure, and commitment lives within our hearts
poor but honest sodger. At length I reached the bonnie glen Where early life I sported; I pass'd the mill and trysting thorn Where Nancy oft I courted
und morgen mit kaltem herz (why is love so often only a word That brings tears, sorrow and pain Why are people like tides Today warm-hearted and tomorrow cold-hearted
Those truly fear God, among his servants, who have knowledge: for God is exalted in might, oft-forgiving. [Fatir. 35:28] Along the lifelines you've
