Sunday, December 11, 2005
In the dark night flies a many-hued phantom
It soars and spreads its wings
Above the gloomy human crowd.
The whole world calls to it,
The whole world implores it.
At dawn the phantom vanishes
To be reborn in every heart.
And every night 'tis born anew
And every day it dies!
HOPE.
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