You left me in the hell of a so called heaven
And I learnt how to live alone
How to drink the solitary streams even
You repealed all the songs from my fearful nights
And I learnt how to make melody from silence
How to make the wordless songs fly
In the sky-high
As if they are the birds, the forecast of kites
You left me, oh lovely tempest, oh wild dove!
And made me understand from hatred how to bring love.
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