Listen to the opening echos of each second as it passes
Each one is carrying secrets of the countless masses
Sounding the sounds of centuries inside the passing breeze
Inviting the silent listener to hear the mysteries
While all the world is sleeping and everything is still
The subtle signs of nature keep on tapping on the will
To rouse the sleeping subject and to speak inside the heart
Muffling the sounds of morning that give each day its start
Creeping into the shadows of the quickly passing night
The morning star is shining and giving off her light
Shaking the silent sleeper and rousing the distant dawn
She's merging the preselected into hours so quickly gone
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