In the garden of time, flowers glow
Beside every glowing flower, dances a whirlwind
In each whirlwind, melodies sublime
On each subliming melody, strikes lightening
Beneath each lightening streak, cries a frightened child
Of every crying child, the lips shiver with cold
Of every crying child, the hands freeze
To kiss those shivering lips
To hold those cold hands, here we stand
We are here to change the world
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