On the day that we leave this place,
May the sands of the Sahara shift,
As they turn
Into an ocean of glass,
May the stars up above
Cry streams of light,
Holy be this night
For it is in this darkness
That our life changes,
As the world is growing
Love knows,
that in all our aching
The earth keeps on turning
Apr 22, 2019
Apr 22, 2019 at 12:27 AM UTC
On the day that we leave this place,
May the sands of the Sahara shift,
As they turn
Into an ocean of glass,
May the stars up above
Cry streams of light,
Holy be this night
For it is in this darkness
That our life changes,
As the world is growing
Love knows,
that in all our aching
The earth keeps on turning
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