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Are we listening To hymns of offering? Have we eyes to see That love is gathering? All the words that I've been reading Have now started the act of
get over and take a crack at me The universe is one and I can see what rap can be glorious Put in the Smithsonian, my podiums for holy hymns But you
fire burns from better days And she screamed, "Why oh why" I said, ?I don't know? The catastrophic hymns from yesterday Of misery Well, hell hounds on your trail now
Queen and huntress chaste and fair Now the sun is laid to sleep Seated in a silver chair State in wonted manner keep Earth let not an envious shade Dare
Queen And Huntress Chaste And Fair Now The Sun Is Laid To Sleep Seated In A Silver Chair State In Wonted Manner Keep Earth Let Not An Envious Shade
hymn You can judge me by the color of my skin You can live a lie until you die One thing you can't hide is when you're crippled inside Well, now you
day just had to go And your gentleness now which you just can't help but show Who among them do you think would employ you? Now you stand with your thief
and Yates would save Was for king and queen not knave I have no poem that describes my charm No story told that's short and sweet I have no hymn, I
Darkness Full of primitive evil, We life again. United by hatred, We go hurting the weak We kill enemies - purify the soul. Our existences are hymns
just had to go And your gentleness now, which you just can't help but show Who among them do you think would employ you ? Now you stand with your thief
Cept you, yeah you Nothing 'round here I care to try for 'Cept you, yeah you Got nothing left to live or die for 'Cept you, yeah you There's a hymn
Well, this is easier now I've found all the pieces That I lost in the flood And it wasn't that much And though it's easier now I will always remember
to my childhood, As the little brown church in the vale. Oh, come to the church in the wildwood To the trees where the wild flowers bloom Where the parting hymn
live in the sun And I want to do all the things That I never have done Sunny bright mornings and pale moonlit nights Keep me from feeling alone Now,
door And if you hear, someone's comin' near Just close your eyes and make them disappear now Years away, finds me here today On my own, always on my way now
But believe them when they say "I'll tell you one thing, just don't look down" In the holy kingdom angels sing a hymn Stay there above the clouds now
Your sleeping limbs, your foreign hymns and your midnight cries So dry your eyes And turn your head away Now there's nothing more to say Now you're gone