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If the leaves were wealth

the churches would be full of trees

The woods would shade the sky

Bird's songs, smell of flowers

All the souls joined the earth

I woke up from my dream

kneeling in a cold dumb temple

surrounded by sad faces

bowing in a front of a golden altar

sounded 'n organ's deathly tone

The priests was clutching the gleaming cross

and trying to creep into our hearts

Joined together: Love, wrath and hate

Frightened, poored, with no hope

we left the house of God