Sung upon my brow that dainted blood writ, Felt me this morning that woke me that shine, This sun that…
Ongoing plight
Out of the darkness forth a shadow came, Sits upon the bench in that darkness same, Air it breathes thus…
Sung upon my brow that dainted blood writ, Felt me this morning that woke me that shine, This sun that…
Out of the darkness forth a shadow came, Sits upon the bench in that darkness same, Air it breathes thus…
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