May the Lord array thee in the garment of salvation and surround thee with the cloak of happiness.
Sometimes one barely understand oneself.
Who are we to trust if not our family?
Oh what would Rome be without a plot?
May the Lord array thee in the garment of salvation and surround thee with the cloak of happiness.
Sometimes one barely understand oneself.
Who are we to trust if not our family?
Oh what would Rome be without a plot?