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to starve it beat by beat. Now, there they lay with broken wings. Never to fly again... Fallen..... fallen..... We threat romance for wounds, And wounds for scars. And we will remember these wounds
On this stage to many wounds were delivered By tragedy players in lovelorn flesh bound. Brought forth a tragedienne with bleeding wrists, Desperately seeking for wounds
Yet once beloved silencers, came to perish. To undo enamoured hearts of eachother. With darkness and night in their wings, They bring silver tears in
Oh life, forgive the tears that I spend for them, Fire runs through me as I find myself cursed with you. These uncontrolled emotions rest upon my shoulders
I admit... I've walked with sunrise consumers, Destroyers of beautiful dreams. A rose selling class,.. banishes, Breed fear amongst the frail. Burning
my bridal days. And I collapsed in a forlorn paradise. Through forgotten fields of remembrance As the moments of harmony die, We cry with Ebony hearts of grief
: Oh life, forgive the tears that I spend for them, Fire runs through me as I find myself cursed with you. These uncontrolled emotions rest upon my shoulders
O sacred Head now wounded, with grief and shame weighed down Now scornfully surrounded, with thorns Thine only crown How art Thou pale with anguish, with
O Sacred Head By Amy Grant O sacred head now wounded With grief and shame way down, Now scornfully surrounded With thorns thine only crown, How art thou
16th Lent, Bach) O sacred Head now wounded, with grief and shame weighed down Now scornfully surrounded, with thorns Thine only crown How art Thou pale
O sacred Head, now wounded With grief and shame weighed down Now scornfully surounded With thorns, Thine only crown How art Thou pale with anguish With
so clean My lips art so cold Where is the tongue that melts the ice and snow? My grief is infinite Where are art thou who heals my wounds? I ride through
: O sacred Head, now wounded With grief and shame weighed down Now scornfully surounded With thorns, Thine only crown How art Thou pale with anguish
