Ah; howI would not wish,to leave myselfcause to repent;otherwisethe tears of the heartwould quiver with lament.Having as an idolthe purity of a tear,let us both pray to God.
The Idol




Ah; howI would not wish,to leave myselfcause to repent;otherwisethe tears of the heartwould quiver with lament.Having as an idolthe purity of a tear,let us both pray to God.
I love you, I love you so much! You are the motivation of my heart. Perhaps they aren’t coming easily, the beautiful words… We make do with “signals” and stammering…
A breeze blows, and shakes the leaf, / Rocks a wave across the sea.
If you did not know that He is watching you, If you were not certain of the breathing of the stars Behind the great clouds, If you did not hear His waiting smile Behind…
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