In a shining place, the old man plays with his puppets.
The children gather around him,
Feeding their spirits with happiness.
He has our hope inlaid in his hands.
The old man sings a beautiful chant,
And his words flood our dry hearts,
We forget our most feared dreams, for ever.
We know ourselves for the first time.
He has our souls inlaid in his eyes.
The forbidden wills lost their shapes,
Like old monuments that last in time,
Keeping our old memories for ever.
The old man shows us images in our mind,
We never believed they were ours.
The ancient man astonished us with his statement,
He has our souls inlaid in his eyes.
He makes us tremble with his voice,
And his healing words drew our skin.
Keeping away our worst fears for ever
We know ourselves for the first time.
The forbidden wills lost their shapes,
Like old monuments that last in time,
Keeping our old memories for ever.
The old man shows us images in our mind,
We never believed they were ours.
The ancient man astonished us with his statement,
He has our souls inlaid in his eyee.
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