There is another window
Where the best of life is found
It's not in any building
It's not beneath the ground
It's fellows are not breathing
It's hands are quiet and still
There is another window
Left only what is real
What lives on there is solid
Like love and grace won't die
It's memory not forgotten
Emotion keen to fly
It wakens in each infant
Desires fresh from the past
Keeps mankind marching forward
To thwart ionoclasts
We do not bury value
In graves, like worthless soil
But resurrect each lifetime
To make the price worthwhile
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