Do I Have Something On My Face?
What's that?
Something on my face?
Naaah.
I don't have anything on my face. . . .
Let Love Rule O Brave Creative Heart!
Listen, I tell you a mystery: We will not all sleep, but we will all be changed � in a flash, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trumpet. For the trumpet will sound, the dead will be raised imperishable, and we will be changed. For the perishable must clothe itself with the imperishable, and the mortal with immortality. |
What's that?
Something on my face?
Naaah.
I don't have anything on my face. . . .
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