

Crowny ThornsI can't get used to the cold It's mid-summer now And sweat beads on my brow But still The chill Stabs at my heart Freezes my bones And whispers aloud That I am not aloneCrowny Thorns
The apostle loudly laments Of secret crowny thorns That pierce his living soul And still The chill Seeps and creeps Determined and quiet And offers no calm No Gileadian balm
And I seek a quiet relief At the breast of your desire To take succor there In the love of your raging fire To find a healing hand That will soothe
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J'ai pensé que j'avais perdu ma mémoire mais je me rappelle tout
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De temps en temps,
Le Bon Dieu rit a me voir
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Go ahead and eat it, they'll make more! (check out my gallery [link] )
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It's been a long time.
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De temps en temps,
Le Bon Dieu rit a me voir
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J'ai pensé que j'avais perdu ma mémoire mais je me rappelle tout
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Art is meant to disturb.
Live up to it.
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