From the foregathered there comes a cry
an echo of all that has been said before
in every language
in every way
it sounds like music
it feels like spring
it seems a message
will play here forever
it reaches even those who cannot hear
those who refuse to hear
it sounds like music
it feels like spring
like an echo of all that has been said before
from the foregathered there comes a cry
here it is then
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