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             at times one clearly sees, hate will uproot 
             all meaning from mother earth and her flute 
             will play no more and skies will be torn 
             and a grievous grief will soon be born 

             unless the sun descends deep into our life 
             unless we add meaning to endless strife 
             unless we touch living flowers each day 
             unless we love on though love look away

             now this let us resolve , "love won't die out 
             or dampen within us, though at times we cry out 
             for clarity beyond the clouds, for a touch 
             of meaning when an extra bit is too much" 

             and this let us resolve "we will overturn 
             defeat into a lesson of love. We will burn 
             ourselves in a passion seeking the rays 
             of a fading life of more nights than days" 

             so that, each thorny day, flowers are born anew 
             children speak radiance that is bold and true 
             winter unfolds spring, deep within our hearts 
             in harmony we play our passionate parts 

             amidst all the noise and nonsense let us flatter 
             ourselves that the sun walks with us and we matter 
             that the song which awakened us will spread 
             some darkness unnamed won't leave our souls dead 

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