All the woes and pleasures of the world unite,
Bring forth the sweet smells of morning delight,
When all that is can be found,
And all that was lies unbound,
Forever and ever as the stars ordain,
Without cares and wonders in vain.
Yet: the ones who say they know prove,
the ones who say they have proof know,
intelligence come forth from reason,
reason escape from the tangles of treason,
the sun fall through the clouds above,
And the winding mazing roads lead to love.
I shall sing a sweeter song tomorrow,
But tomorrow is yet to come.
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