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I couldn’t see my happiness through the clouds
But the others couldn’t talk to the great Heaven
All the time, I was disappeared, alone on the roads,
Through the sky, could I sing for Heaven?
Side by side, the age of a nice life broke down
The city of silver was growing only for it
But love and peace couldn’t tell for the cold town
War and weapons could be the truth for it.
Buildings and streets couldn’t applaud for love
All the men were running through anywhere
Birds and flowers were preaching for love
For a question of prudence, worth, from somewhere!
Silver has gone through the area of fine value
Beyond the way of Heaven who has no questions
Fortunately for us, the way of silver is always value
Finally, the city of silver wasn’t the city of consideration!
Duhamel Christine.