Your trial and my corrections made.
You have all the prayers of my loose heart.
You have all the prayers of.
No I was not there on the church stairs.
The wind in my hair, a flood through my tear
In the hall I heard your faints falling, Your trial and my corrections made. You have all the prayers of my loose heart. You have all the prayers of. No I was not there on the church stairs. The wind in my hair, a flood through my tear Explain Request ×
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