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The Smell of the Wind
by
Chikko
To dance, to sing
From another land.
I've lived in the meadows,
Like Peter Pan!
I like to sing,
For I'm in God's hand!
My thoughts they dance -
As I lay in sand!
What a lovely place
The warm sun on my face.
Don't lose the love,
Singing's not a disgrace.
I find an emerald love,
A treasure you are to me.
I Know I'll never live -
Outside of Thee!
Have nothing to fear,
Death is servant to me.
This entire earth,
Will live in harmony,
But now we'll see the strife.
No one can cut the knife.
The world will live in War,
Just like it has before.
But I'll not be afraid,
I'll express delayed.
Looking to the sky,
Cause my redemption draweth nigh!
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