Listen, there's a whisper
in the air,
there is music
there is love
there is magic.
Listen, there's a shout
in the air,
there is no music
there is no love
there is tragic!
Listen, to my crying soul
beneath the bed of disguise
beneath the pain
beneath the ground.
The moon is hiding
concealing its light
like a man's plight
for others delight.
The dawn is breaking
there is morning prayer
to save my soul
from the wrath of hell
there is flower,
an offer
to my eternal slumber.
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