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Till it bore an apple bright And my foe beheld it shine And he knew that it was mine And into my garden stole When the night had veiled the pole In
In this sanctuary We have all beheld Only You are holy There is no-one else No-one who is worthy Worthy to sit upon the throne In this sanctuary We
Like a foxfire softly glowing In the stillness of the night In the green grass of the marshland Where I first beheld its light It was almost like
of Soul I was seeing I Beheld ... Forms of Great Beauty That shone forth the Light With love vibes they met me A cast off my fright Those great souls
Yes I will, 'deed I will. If I may, if I might, if I can. Once upon a passing night dream He beheld a mystic image bathed in blue reflection.
While strolling through a lovely garden As day was drawing to a close My eyes beheld a tragic story I saw a teardrop on a rose. It should have
True Thomas sat on Huntley bank And he beheld a lady gay A lady that was brisk and bold Come riding o'er the ferny brae True Thomas, he pulled
the word "romance" So enthusiastic, a little bit drastic I shaved her name in my head As she beheld it, she said I misspelled it Need more be said?
True Thomas sat on Huntley bank And he beheld a lady gay A lady that was brisk and bold Come riding o'er the ferny brae True Thomas, he pulled
by his nail pierced hands Than to be the king of a best domain and beheld in sins dread sway I'd rather have Jesus than anything this world affords
Kind Nature had formed her for my overthrow On the banks of Bann water, where I first beheld her She appeared like fair Juno or a Grecian queen Her eyes
the word "romance" So enthusiastic, a little bit drastic I shaved her name in my head As she beheld it, she said I misspelled it Need more be said?
Horsemen raised from the light Omens filled with dread Desecration I beheld A world of men gone mad The final age that comes to pass Apocalypse
and night till it bore an apple bright and my foe beheld it shine and he knew that it was mine was a poison tree beware of a Poison Tree Poison Tree
was hanging from the wall I was living in the desert, I was trying not to fall Once I stood upon Olympus, then the heavens opened wide I beheld
was hanging from the wall I was living in the desert, I was trying not to fall Once I stood upon Olympus, then the heavens opened wide I beheld
I felt another call from the basilica itself The call of art - the call of man And the beauty of the material drew me away And I awoke, and beheld
My soul thirsts for you My flesh longs for you In a land parched and weary With no water So too in the sanctuary To have beheld you Your
the burning plane And he beheld fields of gold his land his sun And he arose his blood aflame The clouds pressed with hand prints stained One last breath
though a man- is made of clay Everything can change- that one fine- [Chorus: x3] Then before my eyes, is standing still I beheld it there, a city
Which were born, not of blood Nor of the will flesh, nor of the will of man But of God the word became flesh And dwelt among us and we beheld his
miles Wagons' weary horses Lead the feverish exiles Barefoot in the early snow On a ridge Where they beheld their home Coarse and barren Not
blue You painted shadows On our rendezvous I couldn't speak As I beheld you in wonder Under the midnight blue Now, roses gave you lips of red
Watch your step I was working in the lab late one night When my eyes beheld an eerie sight When my monster, from its slab, began to rise
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