In the quiet we encounter the peace of God.
Born on wings of silence and breath of air.
Stirred deep within the would by the heart of love unbound.
Set free in the song of night where stars are born.
The simplest treasures of heaven,
close to the point of surrender.
Where did pain go? Where does love grow?
In the eyes of the expanse in the stars.
Whose song fills the air with hope.
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