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The wound of the soul You don't see it, but you feel it It's a pain that doesn't calm down But that feeds on the mind The wound of the soul It is not cured with medicine But with love and calm And with a new harassment The wound of the soul It's not a scar But a flame that ignites And that makes us miserable The wound of the soul Needs attention And a new palm May it bring us redemption --auto --s2
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The wound of the soul
You don't see it
,
but you feel it
It's a pain that doesn't calm down
But that feeds on the mind
The wound of the soul
It is not cured with medicine
But with love and calm
And with a new harassment
The wound of the soul
It's not a scar
But a flame that ignites
And that makes us miserable
The wound of the soul
Needs attention
And a new palm
May it bring us redemption --auto --s2
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