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And when the wind gave us her tender, tender breeze
Charles Frail
1:22
My blood was not enough
2:20
My hands were meek, my feet got stuck
1:24
But oh.....behold
2:54
What love may conquer
4:00
Morning, it breathes and makes me wonder
1:31
If morning breeze bereaved of breath
2:30
Would ease my pain, would sooth my sense
2:38
No nothing will outlive this glory
3:47
The darkest night will find me gone
4:25