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The invading power of vision dips
Into the measureless depth of God's creation.
THOUGHT WAVE
Where Does De...
There Could b...
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The Gifts of ...
The Essence O...
The Essence o...
Pain-stricken
The Embrace
The embrace
My sweet little journal My sweet little journal
And it's hard to talk and feel heard when you always feel like useless stuff good as a burden; And it's hard to talk and feel heard when you always feel like useless stuff goo...
Whenever I am broken Whenever I am broken
The harshness in the eyes or on the lips tells the colour of the heart A tough life where darknes... The harshness in the eyes or on the lips tells the colour of the heart A toug...
I find time at times not on my side Gets me up to my throat I find time at times not on my side Gets me up to my throat
Their love is always near Their love is always near
hey sing aloud till dusk paints the sky rust. The cuckoo's call raises hope in lovers who lost o... hey sing aloud till dusk paints the sky rust. The cuckoo's call raises hope ...
Life is not meant to be lived suffocating Life is not meant to be lived suffocating
Like candy the tongue thirst to taste Sweet on the lips the tongue licks Like candy the tongue thirst to taste Sweet on the lips the tongue licks
She had finally left for another kingdom where no pain to bear any longer She had finally left for another kingdom where no pain to bear any longer
Sleepless nights, holdin' mights; Wonderin' how you'll be rollin' high? Sleepless nights, holdin' mights; Wonderin' how you'll be rollin' high?
Where does the time go? Where does the time go?
Never did I give up on life Never did I give up on life
What a joy the hazy mornings are! Smiles on every face, obscure in sight What a joy the hazy mornings are! Smiles on every face, obscure in sight
I wondered about brain drain I wondered about brain drain
Their eyes met that cold July night He was with her but looked all worn Their eyes met that cold July night He was with her but looked all worn
But there have been worse But there have been worse
The sparkles in your eyes lights up my mind with glee Though weary and worn you seem to be ob... The sparkles in your eyes lights up my mind with glee Though weary and wo...
Our love may not be an epic Our love may not be an epic
A path I choose today To reach out and help those in their past A path I choose today To reach out and help those in their past
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