The day I saw the sun, the day the world and leaves run and the wind blows
When frost quenches the heat of summer and blooming red of fall
When stone narrows and water runs across the new dawn
That day love is still and quiet I will call
I will stay light and
I will not stay alone.
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It was man who hummed the first tune of freedom, green and blue and brown
Who forlorn and broken continued to search the seasons and the soul
Who feared the evil of the rift and the allure of brawn
It was a requiem to the birth of our first role
I will not abandon
I will not contest
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