It seems I can’t ever quite
hear you clearly, and I
never know if it’s
the distance or maybe
mountains between us
to blame. All the same,
the sound of your garbled
voice amid the static
is … … … … … … … … … …
It seems I can’t ever quite
hear you clearly, and I
never know if it’s
the distance or maybe
mountains between us
to blame. All the same,
the sound of your garbled
voice amid the static
is … … … … … … … … … …
Aus Gott wird man gebor'n, in Christo stirbet man. //////////////// Und in dem heil'gen Geist fängt man zu leben an.
"If you're not living on the edge, you're taking up too much space." - anonymous
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