Store The Secrets Of Your Soul
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Dr. Antony Theodore
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The bird sings
and the morning light pours in.
Wake up my little one
the time of lullaby is gone.
Take your rose
in your little hand
and walk in the path of light
leading to the never ending light.
Seek for a place
where you can store up
the secrets of your soul
of joy and pain.
Come and ring the bells
that sound into the depths of the soul
where you can hear the call
of the one whom your heart loves.
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