There's a child that sings soft and warm
There's a bell that rings every Sunday morn
There's a bird of love; has no place to mourn
It swept him blindly through the air
And left him broken
There's a wind that goes from the strangest ocean
And a jasmine rose; songs of roses
There's unfathomed sounds in a place called nowhere
And the silent ground in these breaths
It swept him blindly through the air
And left him opened
He left the world without a tear
When he crossed over
Om Namah Shiva
In a world without tears
Farewell
Fare thee well
Om Namah Shiva
In every ruse he bid farewell
When he crossed over
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