In Power We Entrust The Love Advocated Dead Can Dance
Sail on silver wings through this storm what fortune love may bring back to my arms again the love of a former golden age. I am disabled by fears concerning which course to take. For, now that wheels are turning, I find my faith deserting This night is filled with cries of dispossesed children in search of Paradise. A sign of unresolved ambition drives the pinwheel on and on I am disabled by fears concerning which course to take. When memory bears witness to the innocence, consumed
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