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Текст песни A Poet's Tears of Porcelain

A Poet's Tears of Porcelain

As tears again bedew my cheek
To your knees I cling
Oh merciful one
Show me your glory.

Was I not bruised?
Have you not healed?
They dance to silence
But your song I hear.

Holy Lord, fathomless God
Tears Flow,
But the water is sweet
Holy Lord, fathomless God
I fall as one dead,
With quivering lips.

Blesed be, Priest and friend
All heavens bow,
In (mute) admiration
Fathomless depth,
Measureless Height
Great is your holiness.