Little White flowers will never, awaken
you, not where the black coach
Of sorrow has taken you

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I could see him
very close to me,
close to my ears
he whispered "Come, let's go"
I shivered,
I got wings
we flew away
up above the white clouds,
beyond the horizon

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Under the blue skies
Wrapped in a sheet
Of white clouds,
Hold me close as
We float the
Atmosphere of love

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Let the love Roar like a Wind across the High mountains.
Let the love Pour like a Rain under the White clouds.
Let the love Shine like a Sun and Warm the others with Love.

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