There will be no clocks
hand the victims over
there will be no hating
once the gate is shut
and no looking back
it will be welcome all
they'll be waiting
by every sweet forest
cool desert and sunny hill
there will be day
there will be night
the hours may be changed
there will be birds
that sing in the wind
flowers as far as you stretch
there will be stillness
there will be balance
there will be time enough
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