I dreamt of the moonlight
As it danced on the clouds
When suddenly he appeared to me
So beautiful and without a sound
Blurred vision was his face to see
I questioned how that could be

A follower of the One above
Upon my story, came to be
Spoken were these words to me,
"An unforgiving heart you hold,
until forgivness is found,
will his face to you unfold."
 
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