| If my heart were at peace
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| Would it be a blossom?
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| Or, satisfied, would it be a stone?
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| My heart is not at peace
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| I woke up hungry
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| There is wind but there’s no song
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| A satisfied heart
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| Half sleeping through the days
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| In the wind, in the home
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| If my heart were at peace
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| I would have closed the doors and windows
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| Satisfaction feels like a tomb
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| I was writhing in the tomb
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| My heart a frozen boulder
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| The «romance» and all I’d rejected
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| Comes like music on the wind
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| The violence in my heart
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| The stone in the mountain
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| All destroyed by the sweeping broom
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| All revealed by the burning wind |