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Coming on the clouds Your reward arrives You made yourself pure You made yourself wise Beyond reproach You held to your faith Stuck to the path Your death is now safe! Invisible spirit creature Made it alright Reincarnate and repete Stumbling through lives ...
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Nov 5, 2017
Nov 5, 2017 at 5:42 AM UTC
STUMBLING THROUGH LIVES
Coming on the clouds Your reward arrives You made yourself pure You made yourself wise Beyond reproach You held to your faith Stuck to the path Your death is now safe! Invisible spirit creature Made it alright Reincarnate and repete Stumbling through lives ...
Traveler Tim Someone said: Maybe for this reason I was wounded like that... Maybe you were just wounded like that.
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63/M/Armenian
Nov 5, 2017
Nov 5, 2017 at 5:42 AM UTC
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