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For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers.
In their highest boughs the world rustles, their roots rest
in infinity; but they do not lose themselves there.
What is perfection?
Is it perception?
Beauty is what I see.
In every child, in all the trees.
Angels guide me, help me break free.
I long for Heaven, to return to thee.
But I made a promise, I vowed to stay.
I'll help mankind at least one more day.
Mother I'm here, chained not by fear.
Father above, you've made things clear.
Love is the answer, love is the key.
For quite some time I felt unworthy.
Now sorrows fade, the pain is gone.
Once again, we are one.