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have for you Oh sweet Babe of mine, How fine it is you shine your rays over the barn the way you do Oh sweet Love of mine, you burnish my heart
taste Delicious to a few Jazz will flow Can't see voice Can't see rain Can't see face Can't see rest Cruel come march towards the burnish To escape
I call you all To Woden's Hall Your temples round With ivy bound In goblets crown'd And plenteous bowls of burnish'd gold Where ye shall laugh
at the edge Wich are pitchin in front of their truth Wich are pitchin, oh pitchin And if we were love Why do they waste their spiel to burnish their fall
square was the envelope he said farewell to me in. Completely square was the handkerchief I burnish constantly. As it dries my eyes of the tears I shed
silken bosom as that does now. Or would I were a little burnish'd apple For you to pluck me, gliding by so cold While sun and shade you robe of lawn
the strongest shape the law. Never lower the eyes, the weak ones lose at once. Born in pain, bring the pain. Burnish bloody, priceless craft! Inner crusade,
Glory! Glory! Hallelujah! His truth is marching on. I have read a fiery gospel writ in burnish`d rows of steel, "As ye deal with my contemners, So
kneel’d To a lady in his shield, That sparkled on the yellow field, Beside remote Shalott. His broad clear brow in sunlight glow’d; On burnish’d hooves his
On burnish'd hooves his war-horse trode; From underneath his helmet flow'd His coal-black curls as on he rode, As he rode back to Camelot. From
Shalott. His broad clear brow in sunlight glow'd; On burnish'd hooves his war-horse trode; From underneath his helmet flow'd His coal-black curls
kneel’d To a lady in his shield, That sparkled on the yellow field, Beside remote Shalott. His broad clear brow in sunlight glow’d; On burnish’d hooves his
On burnish’d hooves his war-horse trode; From underneath his helmet flow’d His coal-black curls as on he rode, As he rode down to Camelot. From the bank and from
will fade, like the parchment pages of our history Maybe life is made that flickers from some brilliant burnish flame Everybody's waiting for a sign I
read a fiery gospel Writ in burnish'd rows of steel As ye deal with my condemners So with you my grace shall deal Let the hero, born of woman
Burger cruising just above the ground ground ground And gunner puts a burnish on his steel Anna with her feelers moving round round round Is
kneel’d To a lady in his shield, That sparkled on the yellow field, Beside remote Shalott. His broad clear brow in sunlight glow’d; On burnish’d hooves his
kneel’d To a lady in his shield, That sparkled on the yellow field, Beside remote Shalott. His broad clear brow in sunlight glow’d; On burnish’d hooves his
kneel’d To a lady in his shield, That sparkled on the yellow field, Beside remote Shalott. His broad clear brow in sunlight glow’d; On burnish’d hooves his
Kiss my soul, on my salty licorice You taste like frost and burnish leather Ooh, my Scandinavian pain I sink in your blue eyes, blondie boy You
the turbulence The bullets gonna hit you from the pistols that they burnish Got you praying for tourniquets, hoping that the scar ain't permanent Come on, man
Glory! Hallelujah! His truth is marching on. I have read a fiery gospel writ in burnish`d rows of steel, "As ye deal with my contemners, So with you my
would be king Who seeks all power for himself To burnish his prestige and wealth And a nation born in revolution Should know this offers no solution
Hallelujah! His truth is marching on. I have read a fiery gospel writ in burnish`d rows of steel, "As ye deal with my contemners, So with you my grace shall
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