When the sky is on fire,
Your look's like a sapphire,
I only admire
The harmony of your soul.
When the rivers melt deeply,
I hear the birds wheeping,
You whisper so sweetly
We're going to differ.
But sapphire streets
And long, wholesome prayers
Can keep us together
Against all the chaos.
Sapphire
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