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Softly now child let fear be erased
Let all evil die
The winds blow fragrances through the hills

Rain ! Friend of those who hide themselves away
Soul !  -- the poets talk of ya but where are they ?
We gather the wood for the mystic fire

She --- she  said --- I will become the light in Darkness
He - he said -- I will guard the footsteps taken
The child now has a ****** trail to follow

Dance the wilderness song and replace the madness with pure life
From out the mental wards comes forth Our Children
From the ***** havens lovers emerging

From out dead poets come living poetry
From the robin's song a saintly rhythm
The morning star shining above the meadow

And everyone who wants one has a home
A feast that heaven has provided
A truth now here that never dies