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Here within my heart they lay they lay
Westwind with your wisdom
Gather all the young for me
Black cloud hanging over
Nest your bosom
Glory, Hallelujah!
His truth is marching on
In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea
With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you
time I seen darling Corey
She was standing by the sea
Had a forty-four strapped across her bosom
Had a banjo on her knee
Go away, go away, darling
a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me
As He died to make men holy let us live to make men free
While God is marching on
Glory, glory,
a rope.
He took his knife and he cut her down
And on her bosom these words he found:
"Go dig my grave both wide and deep,
Put a marble stone at my head
Somewhere in the bosom of the land
Sowing his rich by the hands of the wise
And peace should come to every man
Just when he thinks he can lay down and roll
That's why she lies and cheat
Leggo beast
In the twilight of the evening
The moon shines bright
Bread is pleasant when eaten in secret
Bosom
Hallelujah,
His truth is marching on
In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea
With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me
truth is marching on
In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea
With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me
As He died to make
Humbert and all his brave men,
Whose tramp, like the trumpet of battle,
Brought hope to the drooping again.
Since Ireland has caught to her bosom
On many
Humbert and all his brave men,
Whose tramp, like the trumpet of battle,
Brought hope to the drooping again.
Since Ireland has caught to her bosom
On many
Glory, Hallelujah!
His truth is marching on
In the beauty of the lilies Christ was born across the sea
With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you
sleep on the bosom of a sheep?
It's beautiful.
Yeah thug though.
[Chorus]
She's so beautiful and he's a thug,
They're so different yet they're in
Chuck
And me used to roll out faithfully, inevitably
You see Chuck, you gon' see me
Like we on TV, the bosom is the buddy
Share food, clothes,
Somewhere in the bosom of the land
Sowing his rich by the hands of the wise
And peace should come to every man
Just when he thinks he can lay down and roll
a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me
As He died to make men holy let us live to make men free
While God is marching on
Glory, glory,
hallelujah!
His truth is marching on
In the beauty of the lilies Christ
Was born across the sea
With a glory in his bosom
That transfigures you and me
As he
You're the tack inside my shoe
Yeah, I c'n do without you!
In my bosom, you're a dagger
You're a mangy carpetbagger
In the theater, you're the "Boo!"
I
and the jewels be full of boogers
Diamonds cover the watch face like a Sunni and a Muslim
Got the hoochies and the hookers, with the booties and the bosoms
some nookie or bosom
Go ahead, fuckin' hater, push me
I told you ain't no fucking way to shush me
Call me a faggot, 'cause I hate a pussy
Man
of the lilies, Christ was born across the sea
With a glory in His bosom that transfigures you and me
As He died to make men holy, let us live to make men free
that looks at God all day
And lifts her leafy arms to pray
A tree that may in summer wear
Yeah, a nest of robins in her hair
Upon whose bosom snow has
blossoms
In a meadow silky green
Where she held me to her bosom,
Just a boy of seventeen
I recall a gypsy woman
Silver spangles in her eyes
Ivory skin
bosom snow has lain,
Who's intimately lived with rain.
Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.
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