Upon Beauty Rests. For The Days We Fear The Air We Breathe. Lord, Bless Our Imperfections For They Are All We Have Left. Po Grožio atramos. Už tas dienas, mes bijome, oras, kuriuo kvėpuojame. Viešpatie, palaimink mūsų trūkumai nes jie visi mes palikom ...
... : 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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