Awakening to find not all is lost
That life, that love while dreamt in innocence
Still can burn bright and hope outweighs the cost
Of somber broken yesterdays' offence
Take off the garbs of death and cold decay
That hinder and impede life to the full
Put on the robes of promise to display
Tomorrows dreams, obtained for once and all.
Sing out! For comfort comes to those that mourn
And blessed be those who are pure in heart
True joys to recompense and to adorn
With treasures firm that do not fall apart.
So grieve and mourn but not for wasted breath
But bid farewell to all that does oppress.
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