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Another frowning thought of a sacred moment
Tries to enter the tunnel of our ghostly mind
At the end of the line, at the end of hunting time
Our fear will come upon us
Like the fog enclosed the night
Unleashed fire by a thousand fears
Let the trees let drop their tears

See the abstract that's revealing
Our naked souls, a never-spoken word
Feel the heart that has been broken
By a tremor of love, never-ending hope

Behold the tree
Branches reaching into heaven
Its roots set firm on heart...

A harvest from the tremendous tree
First fruits of legends and of martyrs,
Watered by tears a precious gift is bestowed
Upon the high-exalted.
A steel knife flashed in the morning sun
The child reached the edge of a dream
Manhood will last to the new moonrise
Marching barefoot on desert sand...

Touch the abstract of a form
The silence of creation
Hear the whisper of a word,
A word that's never mentioned

See a mother seeking through the Bethlehem's
Narrows a child that reaches at the moon,
Speared by flying arrow...

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