In the darkest fields of folly,
in the hardships and the pains
when the light is dim and darkly
when the quest has proven vain
feel the shadows and the coldness
feel the warmth of sunlight waned
for from the mud the lotus blossoms
for from the winter, spring dawns plain
like the heart still hopes at night time
like stars made bright by darkness' tain
our crackling fires still cling to embers
our futile effort's sparks maintained
bring dawn to landscapes of the dreamtime
bring laughter's balm from drops of drowning rain
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