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The Hush
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And through the noise there filters down
A quiet voice, a faded sound,
Decries the current ringing tones,
That rise and fall like crowded moans,
And with a firm but gentle word,
Says, “think on all that you have heard...”
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'The Love shall flow through broken hearts,
The Peace through all those pocked and marked,
An Embrace for all who've lost their way,
And Home for all who need to stay,
The Joy shall fill and cover all,
And they shall Dance and never fall.'
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