I hear nocturnal voices
I see death all the time
Hands are shaken, arms embrace
Spirit wind, strongly blows
Love is the right word...
Love is the right word...
Windows and doors
Refuges of a programmed solitude
And the angels sing
And fight with me as they fought with Jacob
Wind, Windows, doors, refuge, spirit, Love
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