He's come back. The prodigal son has come back.

That never lets me free

His resolute voice echoed in the room.

And Heaven and Earth will resound with glorious songs of praise.

But once back in the emptiness and silence of the house,

Only one man has access to these rooms

Mansfield's voice filled this room.

Beware of loose women when you come home at night

Maybe if I hit the side wall it will bounce around the room.

Everything was empty.

The house stands empty.

You see, that announcement went one click out, which got reverberated, one click out.

All I've got left to hang onto are a few memories.

So there's different categorizations of meals eaten outside empty train stations, empty gas stations.

Empty chairs... deep armchairs.

No wonder your place is empty!

Glass objects... empty glasses.

Why, it's just an empty stage.

Your house won't be empty.

Empty corridors as far as the eye could see.

I'll find your room empty.

That night everything was empty.

And within two minutes, it reverberates around and YouTube is blocked everywhere in the world.

I mean so bad that you just feel kind of empty inside, you know?

You slut!

The slut!

Trollop!

I lost my way among empty streets with ruined houses.

I never thought, I'd ever see that wall empty.

Vortexer

The bitches!

You little tramp!

Other areas, such as South Kivu, are considered too volatile for returns, though spontaneous returnees are provided with community based assistance to aid their reintegration.

Heads Up is specific to concussion in kids.

And after dark, our cafés are empty.

A loafer.

You better stop.

Abandoned, then.

It's always empty due to its irregular course and sand bars.

Oh, wake up, Norma. You'd be killing yourself to an empty house.

sculpted doorframes, rows of doorways, galleries, side corridors that in turn lead to empty salons, salons heavy with ornamentation of a bygone era as if the ground were still sand or gravel or flagstones over which I walked once again

sculpted doorframes, rows of doorways, galleries, side corridors that in turn lead to empty salons, salons heavy with ornamentation of a bygone era... silent rooms where one's footsteps are absorbed by carpets so thick, so heavy,

When the earth is shaken up convulsively,

When the earth will tremble, shivering.

when the earth shall be rocked