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Слышно как Ангелы поют.
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Стих: 1
Высоко в небе пели Ангелы
Им в ответ сладко вторили
и горы и равнины

повторяя их радостные восклицания

and never thought upon?
The flames of Love extinguished
and fully past and gone
Is thy sweet Heart now grown so cold
that loving Breast of thine?
That thou canst never once reflect
On Old lang syne

soon come on make it right once
any other night comes with grey and blue
choose any other day run

i don't wanna stay once i am loose

youth not wanting to waste
another way i'll find

In new Princeton Place
They have luxury homes
And you could live in one
Off of Darden Road
Its built by the biggest field
Where as a child, all my wounds were healed
And all the buildings that I see, and the patterns they bring
They're just patterns to me

are you a meat eater forsaking the plant?
i’m here under covers i’m under your trance
i saw the flair that shone in your eyes
but i have grown older from hearing your lies
an old photograph that you took from a plane
of the snow covered mountain in my mind remains
all snow left that mountain the following spring
like you left for all yonder on wings of angels

Oh love of mine is this your design?
Can we not just take our time?
Turn the lights on but leave the lights low
A second chance to take it slow

Either way I want to go

Sing the same as Solomon

Стих 1-й
Прииди,Прииди, Эммануил
искупи пленный Израиль
Без Тебя скорбь и одиночество
До тех пока Сын Божий не явится для спасения.
хор
радуйтесь радуйтесь

in the living room in the sitting room
i will wait for you in the hollow i have hewn
like a darkened glass or the devil’s past
and he is waiting fast to set his own trap too

and in a kinder way what did the spirit say?
what did the spirit do beneath the waning crescent moon?
when you were in the yard where you'd worked so hard

take my photograph my portrait
don't hang it on a wall for me
give it up to my mother

or to my colony of bees
on a ceremony sunday
sitting in cemetery trees
it is all vanity yet i know