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| Total Fucking Darkness 3. The Raping of Faith 5:44 |
| Flowers lift your precious head to me I have come to her warm embrace The gentle touch of surreality A sweet kiss from beloved faith The gardens swim with fervent life tonight I sense the beauty that waits for me there Dancing with the statues in the pale moonlight The velveret whisper at play with her hair |