The funeral is done
the coffin laid
the great Ideas thrive
the night will come
and cast a lid on all the mourning made:
another Dawn will be
another day
and then so many other days:
so many other suns will rise
so many tears in the woes and
joys of humans, of
us humanity:
for
the funeral is done
the coffin laid
the great Ideas thrive
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