(fall in fall out fall along)
in the first of light past the Noachide bodies wrapped in white
stranded every pain baby, pasts are slain "I got outta La Grange?"
in Hinnom all this time with your heart in mind didn't you edit
in Hinnom go, the least and the precious feast the in-vetted
sand it starts to steal dirt and ice imbed in cheeks in the potter's field
solar peace well it swirls and sweeps you just set it
strangers scattering nether passage in the wind off pennant tension ring
armor, down on the wettest ground not to vet it Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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