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But this morning I've heard you
like the wind speaking
this organic music,
the tender way of nothing
praying for your love
face a face with God

and I've heard him telling me
this is what we have to do,

keep in silence the isolated space
and sing him your soul.

Keep the faith in his eyes
when he's blue as the blue morning.

Keep your heart writing this land
your paradise and gift for your man

And, darling, is exactly what I do
but sometimes this tower of water
waiting for your touch
praying God to see you again.