Consolation i am a child of god ssaattbb choir piano a laurence lyon

Find helpful customer reviews and review ratings for Consolation: I Am a Child of God - SSAATTBB Choir & Piano - A. Laurence Lyon at Amazon.com. Read honest and unbiased product reviews from our users.The Project Gutenberg eBook of Donahoes Magazine, Vol. XV Singing This Piece : For SSA Choir and Piano. 27 cm. 43 p. Transient Glory In one movement. With program and biographical notes. Commissioned by the Young Peoples Chorus of New York. Premiered in April 2007. This self-referential, humorous piece was composed on a text by Louise Gikow. Duration ca. 8 minutes. M051479894 9790051479894 Catalog of Recent20th and 21st CenturyCompositionsSpring 2014SupplementTheodore Front Musical Literature, Inc.16122 Cohasset St. • Van Nuys, CA 91406, U.S.A.Tel. (818) 994-1902 • Fax (818) 994-0419E-mail: [email protected] Web Site: www.tfront.com Theodore Front Musical Literature, Inc.16122 But that last kiss had made all her talk a lie. 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