Peace is not a betrayal of this beloved br Peace is a not a mere humming song. br Peace is my lovely girl br br She falling back to me br She is a star that I can see here br br I know you are there, somewhere here br I’ll not miss you this curly hair br I’ll not want to miss the smell of this beloved….. br br I know you’ll come back some day br I’m praying that you are there, somewhere here br Hope you remember me appaling again…. br br I’ll not miss this purple lintel br I’ ll not kiss this lovely lint br br br Peace is not really a gossip br Peace is not a mere hand on her purple gown. br Peace is not a gypsy affair. br Peace is not a gobbling prayer br br You falling me back again br The star that I can see in this soaring altar br This star I can see in a dashed anchor....