Trying to lay down the burden of this world.
Listening to the beauty in the night, the owl hoots.
It carries in the silence a promise, of things new.
The rains come and wash us, pour on us.
Shaping something new in its power and giving
Us tears a plenty to see how we might be remade.
Listening to the beauty in the night, the owl hoots.
It carries in the silence a promise, of things new.
The rains come and wash us, pour on us.
Shaping something new in its power and giving
Us tears a plenty to see how we might be remade.
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