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pilgrims, we each of us is prone to wander while we are here abroad. and whatever which way we wonder be it all for gain or blunder, still holes in hearts point, pining after all we cant quite know. onwards! upwards! ever fonder we grow! never dimmer but refining all our brilliance, chasing that Light. and so we sing. songs for hope; for joy. for all of us our wayward, journeying on. going home. firstfruits, released 08 May 2016 1. everything sad will come untrue 2. deep the valleys 3. somewhere to comePARSED CONTENT
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Its raining outside the car windows and I can hear church bells. Ive Begun to Plant Flowers in Obscure Places Every Time I See a Dead Animal. Flowers for the Hidden Girls and All Who Haunt Us. Flowers for the Hidden Girls and All Who Haunt Us is a project I created to release music, poetry, photos, and films. Contact Flowers for the Hidden Girls and All Who Haunt Us.
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O nó de todas as lembranças. Espalhadas em todas as ciências. Há mais de mim ainda muito antes. E ainda muito depois do poente. Há mais de mim junto comigo. Por isso nunca estou só. Beiro os dias que me são. O vermelho tem mais brilho. Com um balde de pipoca. Não necessito de rimas,.