"Troubled, Wildered And Forlorn
Dark Benighted, Travel-Worn
oh My Children, Does It Cry?
Does It Hear Its Mother Sigh?"..."From The Goddess
"We All Come From The Goddess
And To Her We Shall Return
Like A Drop Of Rain
Flowing To The Ocean..."Save My Belief
"People Doing Wounds
Piercing Through Souls
Blood Of That Mighty Pulse,
Don'T Vanish From My Heart!..."|
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