In my sleep I see a dream
About the world burning as hell
Atop the Church Tower a desperate
Sound coming from the chiming bell
With peace breathing its last
Hope for a new world is gone
Cry of war is heard everywhere
To bring peace and love there is none
In dreams I see the world in
Flames and turning into ash
Streams and rivers are drying
Lands lying barren without any grass
I wish the dream should not
Come true and I wake up fresh
The earth should not die, peace
And love should be with the human race
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