Death is an angel sent down from above sent for the buds of the flowers we love But every bud and each blossom some day Will bloom as a flower in the
Death is an angel sent down from above sent for the buds and the flowers we love Truly 'tis so for in heaven's own way each soul is a flower in the Master
Death is an angel sent down from above Sent for the buds and the flowers we love Truly it is so, for in heaven's own way Each soul is a flower in the
can i get some air to breath? we're suffocating ourselves with mediocrity. we lose the battle daily. cemented in sentiment. sentimentally yours, my dying
I got no reason but that I must Maybe I feel like I?ve been gathering dust I must leave this harbour for the sea I'm too young to settle down and make
Close your eyes and shut your mouth Because it's all the same and it won't change with you or without They've got your number and that's all you are
The moon's on the lake, and the mist's on the brae, And the Clan has a name that is nameless by day; Our signal for fight, that from monarchs we drew
Who are you, wanderer? I can't remember The wolves are gathering The stars are shifting Come, join us in the hunt Who are you, wanderer? I have the scent
The pressure?s on, no time to lose The pressure?s on, no time to lose The pressure?s on, no time to lose The pressure?s on, no time to lose Inspiring
De fokeppen, de fokeppen Nalunk ma, mint orszagunk istapja De fokeppen, de fokeppen Nalunk ma, mint orszagunk istapja Mo-o-o-rem Vam, bednenkim, nekuda
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Colder than flesh Stronger than thought I dance with the demon And your dream ends dark Hunting at night Blood is my art Red in sight I'm killing in
With a longing heart you turn the tides and say goodbye With a love that always fades you hold on so tight Hold back the tears Legacy that stays so strong
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GATHERING FLOWERS FROM THE HILLSIDE Writer A.P. Carter I've been gathering flowers from the hillside To wreath around your brow But you've kept me a-
I could paint you in the dark 'Cause I've studied you with hunger A work of art These are very secret days I collect my information Then I stow it all