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FEAR NOT, FOR thou shalt conquer,

thy doors will open, thy bonds break.

Often thou losest thyself in sleep,

and yet must find back thy world

again and again.

The call comes to thee from the earth and sky

the call from among men,

the call to sing of gladness and pain,

of shame and fear.

The leaves and the flowers,

the waters that fall and flow,

ask for thy notes to mingle with their own,

the darkness and light

to tremble in the rhythm of thy song.

 

 

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