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When the winds are howling and dark,
When the storm is covering the sky,
A purple bird of peace comes, flying by.
Brining a song of the beauty.
Melodies that calms the stormy hearts.
Whipping away the tears, peeling away the darts.
Healing the broken, mending the weak.
The bird of peace hovers over the broken souls,
The song of peace whipping away all the faults.
It knows where it needed,
And in time of trouble
It comes to cuddle.