[00:36.900]He was there the night the wall came down.
[00:42.990]He lost her in the endless crowd,
[00:49.590]in the shadow of St. Stephen's cross.
[00:57.500]He sent cries aloft for his fellow man,
[01:03.910]his fingers slipping from her hand,
[01:09.640]the rain clouds prowling overhead.
[01:17.310]
[01:33.610]She was there the night the wall came down.
[01:39.640]She faded into that newborn crowd
[01:46.060]like a warning of what could be lost.
[01:53.790]Through the perforated night she ran,
[02:00.630]her fingers slipping from his hand,
[02:06.720]and she breathed in freedom
[02:10.050]before daylight tread.
[02:16.440]
[02:57.550]They were there the night the wall was drowned
[03:03.100]in the surging of that tidal crowd:
[03:09.120]an old world made new
[03:13.030]on the same holy ground.
[03:18.130]
[03:19.020]She found him standing, looking lost
[03:23.520]in the shadow of St. Stephen's cross,
[03:28.920]and he closed his eyes and heard no sound
[03:37.550]but her breathing warm against his mouth.
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