When in them all, truth and honesty and life collect.
They are glass, they are gold; fragile and precious.
We treat love like it is graffiti, regard it as the word Chapter.
As if it is a line of a nursery rhyme.
When it is the air we breathe, the glass, the gold and our words.
Truth, honesty, precious and fragile.
Life.
16:40 - end.
They are glass, they are gold; fragile and precious.
We treat love like it is graffiti, regard it as the word Chapter.
As if it is a line of a nursery rhyme.
When it is the air we breathe, the glass, the gold and our words.
Truth, honesty, precious and fragile.
Life.
16:40 - end.
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