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Dream of Peace
Dream of Peace.
Where love is heard like soft music.
And worldwide, we hope for a future,
As good as where we are now.
Peace, where people believe in enjoying life.
When music belongs to you who made it.
Across time truth has been patient,
And in peaceful woods we are truly happy.
Peace, where girls twirl in white dresses and barefeet.
Yellow roses braided into rolling waves.
The sun makes the world look fresh,
And the wind tastes like laughter.
Peace, where it's Spring year-round.
Juice drips down chins and lips are sweet.
Where fields were made for two things,
Flowers and fun for the children of the Earth.
Peace, where streams tinkled like windchimes.
Fish and birds of all colors abounded.
The forest was always bright and green,
Before fear and hate existed.
Dream of Peace.
Where love is heard like soft music.
And worldwide, we hope for a future,
As good as where we used to be.
Where love is heard like soft music.
And worldwide, we hope for a future,
As good as where we are now.
Peace, where people believe in enjoying life.
When music belongs to you who made it.
Across time truth has been patient,
And in peaceful woods we are truly happy.
Peace, where girls twirl in white dresses and barefeet.
Yellow roses braided into rolling waves.
The sun makes the world look fresh,
And the wind tastes like laughter.
Peace, where it's Spring year-round.
Juice drips down chins and lips are sweet.
Where fields were made for two things,
Flowers and fun for the children of the Earth.
Peace, where streams tinkled like windchimes.
Fish and birds of all colors abounded.
The forest was always bright and green,
Before fear and hate existed.
Dream of Peace.
Where love is heard like soft music.
And worldwide, we hope for a future,
As good as where we used to be.
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