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Music:
Concerto Grosso in G minor, 1st Movement. |
Your light still lingers in our
distant morning, A star that we perceive across the void. We chart our passage by your words, still burning Long after your bright core has been destroyed. No longer do we speak of "natural" rights, Nor can we think that Reason guides our will. We've been through far too many gruesome nights To hope we have reduced our lust to kill. Yet hope remains the engine of our fire, Hope that someday all of us will be Happy in the least that we require: Well-fed, well-housed, safe, secure, and free. This dream we still pursue. Though darkness come, Your wisdom, hope, and courage through us run. Copyright by Nicholas Gordon
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