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( the babe of poetry )

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We are gathered in the hills


The light grows brighter

We who are free

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The time  !

We see it clearly

We are thusly in these hills

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She shall come

Grace will soon descend upon our weariness

She made promises I remember

And soon she will be here


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We are gathered here today

Everybody !

Come and see


And let your tired souls be free

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