All the thoughts unuttered and all the feelings unexpressed
Play upon our hearts like the mist upon our breath

But, awoken by grief our spirits speak
How could you believe that the life within the seed
That grew arms that reached and a heart that beat
And lips that smiled and eyes that cried, could ever die?

Here come the blue skies, here comes the springtime
When the rivers run high and the tears run dry
When everything that dies, shall rise

Love, love, love
Is stronger than death

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