In my sleep I see faces
Of dead and alike in embraces
Then I find myself all alone
Wondernig around, with no place of my own
As if hearing my soft moan,
A light from above is shone
For all along, He has known
the hardship of being in a cyclone
and breaking ones own bones
Now, without further postpones
He carries me up to his throne
The beautiful Paradise Zone
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