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Beams of heaven as I go,. Through the wilderness below,. Guide my feet in peaceful ways,. Turn my midnights into days. When in the darkness i would grope,. Faith always sees a star of hope
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pity on them. Now the victims will judge the butchers. Today the tear of the child is the judge. The grief of the mother is the prosecutor. . You were what you were. Clean cut, unbecoming
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pity on them. Now the victims will judge the butchers. Today the tear of the child is the judge. The grief of the mother is the prosecutor. . You were what you were. Clean cut, unbecoming
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. Mine ran out a long time ago. There's nothing, nothing you can do Never, never look back. Just move, move ahead. You were lucky, friend. You could be dead Now you're living with a burden. That rests
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. And parting is grief. And a false-hearted lover. Is worse than a thief. On top of old Smokey. All covered with snow. I lost my true lover. By courting so slow. Well, you wake up in the morning. Hear the
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Near by the swelling ocean, . One morning in the month of June, . While feather'd warbling songsters. Their charming notes did sweetly tune, . I overheard a lady. Lamenting in sad grief and woe
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. The things you trust are not the same. Trust in death, trust in grief. Trust in hope is trust in pain Who is evil, who is blind?. In the name of who you'll find. A city of souls dying for peace
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Standing in the shadows of love. I'm getting ready for the heart aches to come Standing in the shadows of love. I'm getting ready for the heartaches to come. Can't you see me standing in the
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got a way of lighting you. The way no picture is ever going to. Even when the stars begin to weep. We'll laugh at the expense of all their grief. You never made me feel like I'm a creep And
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Trees have dropped their leaves,. Clouds their waters. All this burden is killing me. Distance is covering your way,. Tears your memory. All this beauty is killing me. Oh, do you care,. I still feel
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Trees have dropped their leaves,. Clouds their waters. All this burden is killing me. . Distance is covering your way,. Tears your memory. All this beauty is killing me. . Oh, do you care
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Trees have dropped their leaves,. Clouds their waters. All this burden is killing me. . Distance is covering your way,. Tears your memory. All this beauty is killing me. . Oh, do you care
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Near by the swelling ocean, . One morning in the month of June, . While feather'd warbling songsters. Their charming notes did sweetly tune, . I overheard a lady. Lamenting in sad grief and woe
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Standing in the shadows of love. I'm getting ready for the heartaches to come. Can't you see me standing in the shadows of love. I'm getting ready for the heartaches to come I want to run but
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nails of faith. When rank scarecrows of christ blighted lands. An aloof Countess born an obsidian wraith. Dared the abyss knowing well She was damned. Her life whispered grief like a funeral march
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