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Must In Death Your Daylight Finish? My Sun Sets To Rise Again.

Brightest Truth, Purest Trust In The Universe, All Were For Me, In The Kiss Of One Girl.

Open My Heart, And You Will See Graved Inside Of It ‘italy.'

How Very Hard It Is To Be A Christian!

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