A Chanson
When the dawn has risen
Then we will know
What was the reason
For making things so
‘Til then we must go
Through highlands so steep
And valleys much too low
Into the dark journey
Still straining for vision
Still yearning for hope
Struggling long with division
Rent deep through our souls
There is nowher…
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