"O" Mirror of heaven
Help us to comb our hair
So the earth can smile
You speak not
Your soul is quiet
You have my reflection
But not our voices
My hair is cut
The eyes are smiling
Is this what you want
Travelling lonely
Towards you
Smiling peace
Of rich and poor
Without a word from you
Help us to comb our hair
So the earth can smile
You speak not
Your soul is quiet
You have my reflection
But not our voices
My hair is cut
The eyes are smiling
Is this what you want
Travelling lonely
Towards you
Smiling peace
Of rich and poor
Without a word from you
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