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Within such a cold fold in the curtain
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You are sleeping alone
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The voice singing the song of prayer
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Is about to shine its small light upon the field
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I saw a dream about you
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You were smiling like a child
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The promise of the future is nostalgic , yet distant
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Believing that I'll eventually reach
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That verdant morning
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Because I will be believing in the shaking heavens
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The fields of hope
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Fields of hope
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