Upon Beauty Rests. For The Days We Fear The Air We Breathe. Lord, Bless Our Imperfections For They Are All We Have Left. Dès Beauté Repose. Pour les jours où nous Fear The Air We Breathe. Seigneur, bénis nos imperfections car ils sont tous nous avons ...
... : 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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