The beacon shone atop the hill
A fire so bright, the world stood still
And viewed from many miles away
It burned by night, and flickered by day
Where people sought to find the will
To climb the path, toward that hill
And watch the embers start to fly
Upon the wind, into the sky
They prayed for peace and watched the flames
That danced in sync whilst ash remained
And where the light shined brighter still
They all looked up toward that hill
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