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Beautiful Twilight
Never Walking
And Easily Do The Loved Turn Softly
There's No Way We're Born To Drown In Despair
Gods, Hanging Like White Head Stones, Reminiscent Of Georgia Cotton
Where Is Thy Beautiful Twilight Of My Precious Laying Beside?
Lord, Then Into The Minute Came The Sweetness of My True Loves Desire.
And Easily Do The Loved Turn Softly
There's No Way We're Born To Drown In Despair
Gods, Hanging Like White Head Stones, Reminiscent Of Georgia Cotton
Where Is Thy Beautiful Twilight Of My Precious Laying Beside?
Lord, Then Into The Minute Came The Sweetness of My True Loves Desire.
Published 13th Sep 2011
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