and you feel hopeless and homeless and lost in the haze of the wine...
Labels: hopeless
Long lay the world in sin and error pining 'Til He appeared and the soul felt its worth A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices For yonder breaks a new and glorous morn.
and you feel hopeless and homeless and lost in the haze of the wine...
Labels: hopeless
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