the only time it all consistently makes sense is when I sing.
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
Dona nobis pacem
Descend, kind pity, heav'nly guest,
Descend, and fill each human breast
With sympathizing woe.
That liberty, and peace of mind,
May sweetly harmonize mankind,
And bless the world below.
(G.F. Handel/Thomas Morell)
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