Many times they called us goneEmpty streetsJobs and laughter, song -Gone.But from the quiet rose a soundat first a whisperthen resounding with a hundred-thousandlost-get-found: It is finished.We know where we belong. Bells and frozen palaces are shakenOne brave prayer and then anotherrestoring what was takenYoung and old andmiddlersTake their standThey breatheTaking faith, promise, andeach other …
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