| a garden wild, yet warm and delightful
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| a paradise of comforting peace
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| sound and clear, a gentle touching atmosphere
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| an open air, serene and refreshing
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| and nature pure, as it was created
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| sound and clear, a gentle touching atmosphere
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| sedative ringing sounds surprise the sole intruding man
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| he, who’s used to the sound of lies
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| and often changing stands
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| the sacrifice of brother’s hand, deceit with dubious plans
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| a world that has gone to extremes and has failed
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| people surround me, peacefully, I can tell
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| I see in wonder, how our links and bonds fit well
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| their voices sing colourful and true
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| an honesty I have never used
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| ambiguity never does appear
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| and barriers of speech are not feared
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| a power strikes me, so positive and real
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| it hits like lightning, this influence I feel
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| harmonious singing
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| celestial bells I hear
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| from all those people I have nothing to fear |