| song from a secret garden |
| 1 | Imagine Our planet floating silently in space Around it, a white dove flies - forever circling Every one hundred years, the dove's wing Gently touches the surface of the earth The time it would take for the feathered wing To wear this planet down to nothing ... is eternity Within eternity, time passes Within time, there is change Soon, the wing of the white dove Will touch our world again The dawn of a new century Time for a new beginning ... |
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