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The white monk
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this white monk comes
never too loud never too fast
even when you sleep
or even when you cry
he comes like an angel
and flames come around
he brings with him fire
he brings with him light
he\'s never too deep
he\'s never too fast
don\'t be afraid
some dreams only last
for a blink of an eye
he\'s all around you
but him you won\'t see
there are many shadows
remembering the past
of a garden too great
of an Adam too young
maybe too small for
such a beautiful life
but the monk comes again
once again wearing white
he brings with him peace
he cries doesn\'t shout
all the earth bows
but not the human kind
they are far too proud
how further they are
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