Upon Beauty Rests. For The Days We Fear The Air We Breathe. Lord, Bless Our Imperfections For They Are All We Have Left. Nach Beauty Rests. Für die Tage wir fürchten die Luft zum Atmen. Herr, segne unsere Unvollkommenheit Denn sie alle We Have Left Si ...
... : 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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