As dawn melted my heart
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I opened up my eyes
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Red roses from above
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Were planted inside of me
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And when the never fading love
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Was established in my heart
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My traveling days began
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I walked beside the constantly flowing
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Spring of clear water
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Always ready to slaked my thirst
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And give me peace and strength
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I ran towards the fields
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Inviting me to let my tiered soul rest
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How sweet they were
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Those pastures of green
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A smell of life filled the air
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And the sun gave constant energy
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To my once dead spirit
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The magnificence of this paradise
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Told a wonderful tale about a creation
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Taking place since times immemorial
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I could hear the tranquil whisper:
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"Come closer to me, beloved one"
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The Spirit's voiced touched
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My ears with love and care
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I continued the path
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And stepped inside the forest
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Still hearing the whisper:
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"Come closer to me..."
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But suddenly the beautiful trees
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And days light turned
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Into a landscape of thorn and fog
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Soon I was lost in an unknown wilderness
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And there was no end to my fright
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Tears ran down my mourned face
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And the pain showed no mercy
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There I was, a helpless and frightened child
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At last I fell down on my knees in prayer
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While feeling the despair
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Coming closer and closer
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"Father, help me out of here", I screamed
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But no answer was heard
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"See my pain..." no one there
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I became a lonely prisoner
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Bound by chains of doubt
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Nowhere could I find the meaning
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Of things happening to me
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At day I stood screaming, crying and praying
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And at night I lay shaking in terrible helplessness
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Finally, all my power was gone
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And I nearly gave up it all
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With my last strength I lifted
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My face towards heaven and cried it out:
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"Father, Thy will be done, and not mine"
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Then I felt in a total less of power
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Awaiting the arrival of another frozen night
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The Pilgrimage
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| Crimson Moonlight |
