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table, and hardly placing my languid body onto bed. The blueish dawn is hovering over the insomniac soul. “Dear Lord, Who art thou?” With the whispering, tomorrow is already here in silence. It’s pain, I think. *** That very day...

Cynthia Clawson-Flee As A Bird (1977)(1977) The Way I Feel​ (Album) 스마트폰 듣기 Flee as a bird to your mountain Thou who art weary of sin Go to the clear, flowing fountain Where you may wash and be clean Fly, for th'avenger is near thee...

father arise, and eat of his son's venison, that thy soul may bless me. -32.And Isaac his father said unto him, Who art thou? And he said, I am thy son, thy firstborn Esau. -33.And Isaac trembled very exceedingly, and said, Who? where is...

thyself In thine own light, and drawest it from thine eyes, Because they coruscate when thou dost smile, But know not who thou art, nor why thou hast, Spirit august, thy station in the sphere That veils itself to men in alien rays...