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I hear the Wind Parade and see the joys that pass.
I hear the sound of children playing in the grass.
I hear the hungry voices, crying in the night. I pray
that they be filled before the morning light. I see
the people, whose hearts have cried for love, I see
the "Holy Spirit" descending like a dove. I see those people's hearts full of comfort now. I hear a
voice that's saying, "come where peace is found."
I hear the Wind Parade, and I behold all the hate.
I hear the sound of children who dare to play with
fate. I see the lonely man who merely wants a meal. I see the sick, and pray they may be healed. I hear the Wind Parade, and see the joys that pass. I hear the sound of children playing in the
grass.

For the children, we must live.