by Tres Cantiga
(Philippines)
Though the moon and the stars collide on the scarlet night
and the waves shutter the morning shore
winter blossom through the dessert land
I'll wait on you
for the wounded soul will never be tired and never be broken
as he waits for the master who restore it all.
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