Copyright 2009 by Stefan Bolz
Tears drop from the sky like rain
A silent chorus reaches the heavens
The thunderous sound of a butterfly's wings
One single voice is heard throughout eternity
The world can love you only as much as you love the world
A brother can love you only as much as you love him or her
Death is but the thought of life distorted
Love is but the thought of hate restored
I can always only find myself
For you are me - in truth and in illusion both
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