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See my hand is moving
touching all that's real
And once it stroke the love's body
now it claws the past
The scent of a flower,
The colours of the morning,
Friends to believe in,
Tears soon forgotten,
See how the rain drives away, another day
If a leaf has fallen
does the tree lie broken?
And if we draw some water
does the well run dry?
The sigh of a mother,
The screaming of lovers,
Like two angry tigers,
They tear at each other
See how for him lifetime's fears disappear
Once a Jesus suffered,
heaven could not see him.
And now my ship is sinking,
the captain stands alone.
A pawn on the chessboard,
A false move by God will now destroy me,
But wait, on the horizon,
A new dawn seems to be rising,
Never to recall this passerby, born to die.
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