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tot4l yuletide
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face the face of our creator
as the word made flesh, animate mercy
mother of all evas
her name it is called emmanuel
she lives among us, here she dwells
she comes to us in the promise of mercy
i used to delight in the body i'm in
but death has always been the wages of sin
spem in alium nunquam
i follow her, i follow him
i'm in lcl baptised
the tree of life, be assured that i
i'm unafraid to meet your eyes
i wake up free, we're all alone
joined together in martyrdom
i used to think people were hell
now we're this sea of lcl
we can delight in the blood of the angels
call out emmanuel
from your island
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under the peak of mt ebrus
i rise at dawn
a sulphur bath, thermal water 'til i'm nauseated
still no improvement in my condition
this little city offers no distraction
and when my body isn't sick, it's my soul
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emptiness is perfection
there's nothing
in my hut this yuletide
there's nothing
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a vision of christmas as a holy shield
and i'm experiencing this peculiar christmas feeling
of tenderness and emotion
i know my iniquity
i know my sin
it's always before me
stretch forth thy hand
deliver us, this christmas
come down to me
deliver us, this christmas
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i'm lying down on a plank bed
o ruthless inquisitor
stretch forth thy hand
deliver us, this christmas
come down to me
deliver us, this christmas
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i mount on the block, i solemnly swear
by this boar's bristles i declar
until all of grteat norway bows before me
i will not cut or comb my fair hair
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gwyn, son of nudd
lead us in this wild hunt
tonight, we ride
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because he whose goal is god, is great
i mutter a litany to all the saints
a canticle for st leibowitz
deliver us
glorificemus
te rogamus audi nos
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an individual decomposed into an infinity of tiny spots
and out of this juxtaposition
this multitude of disconnected lines
what?
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today my mount an excellent trotter but heavy on the gallop
bore me through to fort groznaya
beset by hillmen, i waved my sabre
my companion, an empty gun
and a dim hope that fear could reconcile me with myself
and home for christmas
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Total Playtime Great Malvern, UK
you cannot see [total playtime's] face, for man shall not see [total playtime] and live.
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