A beacon of light in the night
Yellow on black a tantalizing sight
For all who behold the hope in the night
There shall be no fright.
The sky is crying for the love of mankind
The rain dwindling
The clouds are vanishing
The joy ecstatic
The rejoicing sounds
The heralds call of beauty pure,
Bring the light for the luminary is shining
Through the awesome black.
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