Keep watch, the dawn shall break
Upon the broken night.
Works of filth and fear
Once more shall burn in light.
Hope, which withered in shadow
And choked on sorrow and strife,
Shall feel the cleansing breeze;
Shall taste the breath of life.
Slumbering souls shall wake.
Tendrils shall recede.
The spirit is restored
With every righteous deed.
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