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A change is slow in coming
My eyes can scarcely see
The rays of hope come streaming

Through the smoke of apathy


But oh my heart be strong
And guide when eyes grow dim
When ears grow deaf with empty words

When I know there's life within


May the spirit never die
Though a troubled heart feels pain

When this long winter is over
It will blossom once again

– L. McK.

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