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Hope at last

When all hope is lost

And the smile is gone

We look to the east

And turn to the west

We look to the earth

Dead silence

We look above

And the sun smiles at our faces

The rain washes our toils and pain away

And the earth answers our plea with a new bloom

So young and pure

It bursts out of its bud

And gives us hope again

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