Pleasures Burst Within A Day
Cries And Burns In The Sound
Gloomy Sepulcher
God, The Strange Day Of Your Blood Makes Me Dawdle
Oh, One More Spirit
And You Happened To Talk
Sunday, September 11, 2011
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