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A hymn to life

in the midst of the dying

a touch of it all is worth the strife

is it not mystifying

It is the shining light

it lives in the dark

it echoes every-where

in every-thing it leaves a mark

And the wind howls in the moor

It is the blessed darkness

it shares the fate with the light

together they echo

so the day will follow the night

see for yourself and for the sake of the world

And the wind howls in the moor