الكلمات الأصلية
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Quiet, all the dead are in heaven
Heaven waits for dying
Quiet, all your prayers end in anger
Must be something there
Your fortune is the rain and is the blue
Nobody wants to worry you
Set me inside a leaf curled 'round at the edges
And push me into the current
And sail me into the river
Away to all surprises
My fortune is the wind upon the sea
Nobody wants to worry me
