Structures rip open and break
Yet the inside remains intact
The dove is gradually rising.
Long live the glad upraising
Of love where hate is
Of joy where despair is.
And when the night comes
We won’t be scared, bathed
In the sacred peace, that
Burning feeling of comfort.
The sky won’t be clouded.
The light blinding, but it’s the only way
You know it’s the only way.
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