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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