I hear your voice in my ears
As I wipe away tears.
I see you stand on the table
And tell us we're able.
"You can all make a difference.
So, just choose your distance."
May the strength that you give
To those who still live,
Help keep them warm
As they come through the storm,
Because out of the gloom
There's this bright golden bloom
Of a Rose,
With no thorn.
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