Imagine our planet floating silently in space.Around it, a white dove flies, forever circling.Every 100 years, the dove's wing gently touches the face of the Earth.The time it would take for the feathered wing to wear this planet down to nothing is eternity.Every 100 years, the dove flies, forever circling.The time it would take for the feathered wing to wear this planet down to nothing is eternity.Every 100 years, the dove flies, forever circling.Every 100 years, the dove flies, forever circling.Every 100 years, the dove flies, forever circling.Every 100 years, the dove flies, forever circling.Every 100 years, the dove flies, forever circling.Every 100 years, the dove flies, forever circling.Every 100 years, the dove flies, forever circling.Every 100 years, the dove flies, forever circling.Every 100 years, the dove flies, forever circling.Thank you.Thank you.Thank you.Within eternity, time passes.Within time, there is change.Soon the wing of the white dove will touch our world again.The dawn of a new century.Time for a new beginning.Time for a new beginning.Time for a new beginning.Time for a new beginning.Time for a new beginning.Time for a new beginning.Time for a new beginning.Time for a new beginning.