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We will never seize to wonder
At the wonders of God’s creation
Is it the mountains, so close to the sun
Yet carries snow on its head
Or the moon whose light doesn’t bear a grudge
Or the seed that enters a woman
And it becomes a full-grown being
An angel or a monster
I’m afraid of the dark
Because it carries in its belly
Terrible things that are so fearful
Even the daylight is scared
To unveil

Bose