midnight in the garden of peace

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Then I will invite you to the waltz and give you a
sandalwood fan.
The hands will come together and wear the ring - the only
covenant of our love before the Lord...
Until then I will gather the words and I will teach them to
paint blue, the silence...
Pray to God
I closed my eyes for a moment... all around was fog and
smoke - mothers desperately looking for their children;
children looking for their parents, brothers, sisters.
A terrifying commotion, fear and horror mixed with the
pain of torn souls.
I look up at the sky and shout:
- where are you God? !!!...
Lord, please think, holy peace come down to earth!
Enlighten me, Lord!
Enlighten me, Lord
I don't know where I am
On what road
What star
I want to arrive
What are you wearing?
So I can stop
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