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    Your voice is the windBlowing through the treesYour kiss is the rainAnd it brings me to my kneesInto the courts of praiseI have come to findThe love of another kind

    Your voice is the wind
    Blowing through the trees
    Your kiss is the rain
    And it brings me to my knees
    Into the courts of praise
    I have come to find
    The love of another kind

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I feel deaf sometimes due to silence
yet, I found serenity with its embrace.
I feel cold sometimes with the stillness
yet, I found conformity with its grace.
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