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If you're very very quiet And do not make a sound I'll share a little secret That seems a bit profound Each thought that is imagined Came to life it's own And drifts into reality Looking for it's home Some people call it karma Some people call it fate Some people call it kindness Others call it hate Some people use it wisely Some people sell it cheap Some people call it happiness Others call it grief Tragedy from tragedy A lover's gift That's simple Religion falls Behind the walls As paradise remains Letras de canciones Does suffering suggest the cause of all our little questions The answer was not coming soon she paused for reflection Some people call it karma Some people call it fate Some people call it kindness Others call it hate Some people use it wisely Some people sell it cheap Some people call it happiness Others call it grief From Letras Mania