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Down we come through centuries,
Bearing our arts and artifacts,
Saying our languages, and songs,
Doing our dance amid the flames of time.
Now in this moment we see,
The hardscrabble days behind,
Covering the way we came.
Out of the past’s cold wilderness.
I see you there before me,
Friend of my friend and more,
Sit by me while I pray,
For it is a time of new beginnings.
And we shall watch the horizon,
For those first rays of light,
Across the clouds they come,
Beaconing us forth into a new day.
Come hold my hand and we will go,
To that place where the dark fails,
Reaping the plot we have sown,
And building a new future with it.
Children of Forever, hear my song,
The sun is up and we must leave,
For we are the chosen,
And have to carry on.
Nic East,
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