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Vincent Danz
Through the streets of wanted souls,
grows a storm of wanted love.
Thy prayer that walks through, sea
waves of surf.
Little ones play, saving thy every
word.
Lost souls talk, whispering to the
night breeze.
A church shines showing a path,
yesterday.
Was my beat of wanted souls, my
storm of wanted love.
Sara Low
Blessed light that knows my strength,
close not thy door.
Hear those waves that rest on shore,
with blind less faith.
Hear their prayers, from the sand-
hills of winds.
Show your strength, to lost souls
of wanting.
Bring forward your children, close
not thy door.
For my strength in you, is seen in
lost souls wanting.
Berry Berenson
The nightingale sings, way into the
night.
From the moonlight cedar, a voice
of a magic flower.
What pain! You have seen, through
wondering souls.
Your heart is like the sea-side air,
that comes to rest on shore.
You have seen the darkness, that
makes mountain flowers bloom.
You have seen the nightingale sing,
of a flower that knows your heart.
True magic that wonders, through
pain of wanted love.
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