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There stands a piece of heaven There stands the gift of god The conqueror of miracles... They poured cannons of freatness The vessels sailed on earth The conqueror of miracles was consented By the city of tulips And then there was silence, leave all your arms Heal your sores , restore your ground There builded a palace for the memory of war In this great cathedral of Hagia-Sophia The tulips of heaven... sprouted from the ground And then there was silence, leave all your arms Geal your sores, restore your ground And then there was violence for us all Take your swords, die and crawl From Letras Mania