Upon Beauty Rests. For The Days We Fear The Air We Breathe. Lord, Bless Our Imperfections For They Are All We Have Left. Ved Beauty Hviler. For The Days Fear Vi luften vi puster. Herre, velsign vår ufullkommenhet for de er alle vi har igjen.
... : 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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