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Today, I could hold the sky | |||
In my eyes, oh, in my eyes. | |||
You arrived today, yes, You arrived; | |||
You came on feet both soft and light | |||
In Your stride, yes, in Your stride. | |||
Buds appeared on withered branches; | |||
On dried up streams, rapids descended. | |||
The desert became full of flowers, | |||
For Your reception, yes, Your reception. | |||
The desert became | |||
In the dark clouds color prevailed, | |||
And peacocks fanned their lovely tail. | |||
Barren minds, they got pregnant | |||
With Your conception, yes, Your conception. | |||
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