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Tomorrow, Begins a whole new world. Gone are the days of rampant tyranny And years of wondering whether Tomorrow would be safe. “He’s won, he’s won” They cry, the tears tumbling down their faces Red raw with the cries of freedom And repentance, because everyone is alive In this brand new world. All those who were lost are found. All those who were corrupted are pure. He’s healed us all; we’re all anew And we are safe In the future that he brings. “Rejoice, rejoice!” They say, “For we have been broken From the prison of tyranny And we can finally sing our song of freedom, Like a waving crowd on New Year’s Day We don’t know what the future could bring, All we need to do now is sing. For auld lang syne, my dear Is all we know of now: Old long since We tasted freedom.”
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Nov 7, 2020
Nov 7, 2020 at 12:10 PM UTC
Waving Crowds
Tomorrow, Begins a whole new world. Gone are the days of rampant tyranny And years of wondering whether Tomorrow would be safe. “He’s won, he’s won” They cry, the tears tumbling down their faces Red raw with the cries of freedom And repentance, because everyone is alive In this brand new world. All those who were lost are found. All those who were corrupted are pure. He’s healed us all; we’re all anew And we are safe In the future that he brings. “Rejoice, rejoice!” They say, “For we have been broken From the prison of tyranny And we can finally sing our song of freedom, Like a waving crowd on New Year’s Day We don’t know what the future could bring, All we need to do now is sing. For auld lang syne, my dear Is all we know of now: Old long since We tasted freedom.”
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Nov 7, 2020
Nov 7, 2020 at 12:10 PM UTC
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