In dawn breeze whispered perfumw scent
The women faces under black scaft redden
The huge stone roll open
No body but white wrappers
A voice asking by a stranger
Why do seek the living among the death
Run like a sprinters
To upper locked room of the disciples
Shout out loud barking
HE was gone gone gone
Unnoticed He had promised
Wake up in the third day
Yes, HE is wake up
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