All souls need a bread
It must be white not black
But who will feed my soul
That's hungry by your sol?
All souls need a bread...
But you're at other land
You're sowing rain of tears
You're growing wind of dreams
All souls need such wind
That quiet sing don't sting
That's blowing through blue skies
From depth of magic eyes
All souls want to quaff
The desert dries all laugh
Without wind with sand...
But you're at other land
My soul want to eat
All bread that you will give
Just silent world afar...
Our light... but where you are?
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