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| F. Suzzane Hindle's Sculpture: Tender Moments |
We go down to a foreign land
Dive through the clouds
You hold the guided light
In your hands
Dive through the clouds
You hold the guided light
In your hands
This must be all that there is
Times don't come much more beautiful
Times don't come much more beautiful
You could show me places that my eyes have never seen
I'm following you, where are you taking me to?
And you could be my angel who just walks out of a dream
I'm following you, where are you taking me to?
I'm following you, where are you taking me to?
And you could be my angel who just walks out of a dream
I'm following you, where are you taking me to?
I have all faith in you
And these tenderest moments
And these tenderest moments
We circle low
Embrace the night as she draws us in
A holy shroud
A veil to hide our tenderest moments
Embrace the night as she draws us in
A holy shroud
A veil to hide our tenderest moments
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