My eyes are dry, my faith is old, My heart is hard, my prayers are cold; And I know how I ought to be: Alive to You and dead to me. Oh, what can be done for an old heart like mine? Soften it up with oil and wine; The oil is You, Your Spirit of love, Please wash me anew In the wine of Your blood.Boh je láska В нас есть свет llh ạlmjd كەرىلگەن توونۇ كۅرگۅندۅ Shawartaccen Tsarin Sujadar Lahadi لا تخف Chciałbym się wzbić lotem orła hen Айдънлък Ве Севинч xiàng qián zǒu yǒng yuǎn bù huì cuò ạ̉nạ ạ̹smy ạlạ̹bn ạlmḥbwb
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