Universal Embrace
Silver teardrops in the shadows
on the cheeks of sleeping girls,
weeping even in their dreamlife
for the wasting of the world.
Hark,oh Hark ye to the trumpets
from the founding Fathers' hour
Lift your hands and lift your heads up
to the great eternal power.
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