I have touched the longing, breathed the wistful air. If I wish, I will turn the winters to springs. Through the dust and fear, I find the faintest light. And I can see life amidst the death that wreaths us all - I hear the unsaid thoughts, the silence through the storm. I speak without the words, with unbound soul. I’ll bring forth the Sun, and hand over the moon. I’ll hide the evening stars, and fold them in your heart... https://youtube/watch?v=oHLcqFLBfgc
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