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His path may be all flowers,
my Lord, in that dim hour when skin back to the dust and soul back to the kingdom he will have to entrust, when he hears roll the drum that calls him to move on where stars shine all day long Once crossed that trodden bridge, he'll leave his heavy baggage and he'll be welcomed in as all the suicides will to a Paradise within where his heart will be filled. There's no such thing as hell where love and mercy dwell. May he reach salvation just as at that last station he'll lead in white procession a thousand ashen faces, may he rejoin the nation of those who died disgraced who showed a fearless mind to God and to mankind May you not be displeased right-thinkers, when to appease the tearful, pale with ache God will send his compassion which all saints will partake for they did not fear action they deemed death better fate than ignorance and hate You, God of mercy and love made that heaven above especially for those who could not find a smile for those whose paths oppose sellouts and all that's vile to hell I'm sure will wade just those who are afraid There is no better man to advise you on our plans our weaknesses, our sins that cry out for salvation his voice sings in the wind give ear to his expressions Please listen to his voice dear God, you will rejoice Please listen to his voice dear God, you will rejoice [traduzione di Renzo Pin] |