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"But the peaceful night sky had indeed been enchanted"

When

I will write, when my mind's my own
When I can listen to my heartbeat
When I can hear the silence of the dawn
I will write

I will walk, when my feet become like new
When the scars have gone and I am healed
When the pain subsides from the weals
I will walk

I will talk when my mouth becomes clean
When chitter chatter stops being obscene
When the whispering walls become a has been
I will talk

I will love when there's music in the air
When I can touch and want to care
I will love

Christine Smith
(1942 - 2003)

But the peaceful night sky had indeed been enchanted

But the peaceful night sky had indeed been enchanted

But the peaceful night sky had indeed been enchanted

But the peaceful night sky had indeed been enchanted

But the peaceful night sky had indeed been enchanted

But the peaceful night sky had indeed been enchanted

But the peaceful night sky had indeed been enchanted

But the peaceful night sky had indeed been enchanted

But the peaceful night sky had indeed been enchanted

but the night sky had been enchanted