midnight in the garden of peace

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There is a sound
Of the waving air,
It is out of tune,
Yet, I am longing to hear.
There’s a lullaby
Heard by my soul,
It makes my heart fly,
And in your love fall.
But all of these
Will just only pass,
Silence will be noise,
Be memory of the past.
There is ringing of bells,
Children run to play,
But another ringing of bells
Takes those children away.
There is a silence
Of the running stream,
The cool waving stream
No longer sing a hymn.
There is a goodbye,
There is an end,
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