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Jan 2021
Dare I hope in the throes of a fire
In the flames of a life that's been lived
In the chains of unquenched desire
And the future imprisoned in thrift

The city dies with the death of its people
And dare I hope for the healing of all
O, isolation hides safe in her steeple
And calls out to an innocent soul

Yet the city will ever be golden
The yoke of desire's not heavy to bear
Dare I hope for a light quaintly olden
For all that is peaceful and fair

When the flames of our fancies are gone  
Dare my hopes let the fire pass on
Written by
Fenna Capelle
   Bogdan Dragos
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