Oh how my heart aches The brilliant stories cascade about me To be handsome again Thou art all deformed, and I
Thou art near when life is closing All joyful shall I fall asleep, Be Thou with me as I awaken, And claim my soul when I arise If Thou art near when
, I'll be seein' ya, goodbye, bye Wave thou art pretty Wave thou art high Wave thou are music Wave thou are white Oh, Albino Oh, Albino Wave thou art high Wave thou art
Alone with none but thee, my God, I journey on my way. What need I fear when thou art near, O King of night and day? More safe am I within thy hand than
Son is near His way made for him Among the hopes Ten thousand suffering Oh how heart aches The brilliant stories cascade about me To be handsome again Thou art
When day is out, i can see in the sky Plentyful forest made with the stars In cold night, i can feel the near-by goddess of asters no matter thou art
did appear, He spied a large vessel a-sailing far off And at last she came sailing quite near. "Art thou, art thou?" cried Andrew Marteen, "Art thou,
the sparrows ... and the boys who shoots the arrows If I only had a heart. Picture me - a balcony. Above a voice sings low. Wherefore art thou, Romeo
are the ways of men" The boy cried,"Teacher, teacher I don't, understand this ache within me" The great cat sighed and then softly he began "ndeed thou art
fear the Augean light Is sweeping through Camelot How bittersweet my triumphs seem, Now Autumnal leaves succumb to frost Morganna art thou near me?
art thou dreary? What happened to thee? What song didst thou sing so woefully?" THE MAIDEN: "Go whither O shepherd! Don't sadden thine heart Thou canst not help me - not thou
ishes could come true. Thou art sweet, Thou art sort of grandish, Thou outlandish cavalier. Fromnow on, we're hand in handish Romeo and Guinevere Thou
fear, when thou art near I ever mair defy them, O! Young kings upon their hansel throne Are no sae blest as I am, O! (& again) When in my arms, wi
Name I Burn Thy Name In Flames I Kill Thy Name And Thus Thee Are Accursed Even Unto The Underworld Mut The Troublesome Dead Plague Me No Longer Thou Art
which will not vanish, there are thoughts thou canst not banish, by a power to thee unknown, thou canst never be alone; thou art wrapt as with a shroud, thou art
presence, Where'er I am, to feel that Thou art near. Be with me, Lord When loneliness o'ertakes me; When I must weep amid the fires of pain; And, when
this infernal Night Believe not his Hate will spare thee His prey shall be no one But thee - Who shall tremble when he is near In foolish hope for shelter And thou
