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Prophecy

If a man should see the future of his own household 

There are tents like a flock of birds
Resting in the valley plain

There are courtyards with grass and water,
Balconies hung with flowers

There are voices rising with the dawn 
Each one beloved

There are the treasures of love
Gold, silver and pearls
Every soul filled with good things

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