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Marleine Dietrich Favourite Poem - Peter Murphy - The Line Between The Devils Teeth (And That Which

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  1. Mulrajas
    Jan 22,  · 2) Marleine (sic) Dietrich's Favourite Poem 3) The Line Between The Devil's Teeth (And That Which Cannot Be Repeat) (Album Version) 4) Blind Sublime By the way, check out this note from Discogs about this release: Track A2 is written as "Marleine Dietrich's Favourite Poem" on the back cover and insert, but is written as "Marleine Dietrich.
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  2. Faecage
    Lyrics to "Marlene Dietrich’s Favourite Poem" song by "Peter Murphy" My mother loved it so she said Sad eyed pearl and drop lips Glancing pierce through writer man Spoke hushed and frailing hips Her old eyes skim in creasing lids A tear falls as she describes Approaching death with a yearning heart With pride and no despiseHot tears flow as.
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  3. JoJomuro
    Peter Murphy ‎– The Line Between The Devil's Teeth (And That Which Cannot Be Repeat) Track A2 is written as "Marleine Dietrich's Favourite Poem" on the back cover and insert, but is written as "Marleine Dietrich Favourite Poem" on the record label. Peter Murphy: The Line Between The Devil's Teeth 3/5(2).
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  4. Kazrara
    Peter Murphy - The Line Between the Devil’s Teeth (And That Which Cannot Be Repeat) Lyrics. A white light blazing deep Through the wasteland searching we Soaring birds now hunt the brow As I thirsty gripped with hunger now Clear sig.
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  5. Guzahn
    Lyrics to 'The Line Between the Devil's Teeth' by Peter Murphy. A white light blazing deep Through the wasteland searching we Soaring birds now hunt the brow As I thirsty gripped with hunger now Clear sighted painful ends to win.
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  6. Naramar
    My mother loved it so she said Sad eyed pearl and drop lips Glancing pierce through writer man Spoke hushed and frailing hips Her old eyes skim in creasing lids.
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