Show me a light that doesn't go out
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when the people tire of tending it,
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when they go to sleep content.
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Show me gold that we can wear
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on the inside of our wrists
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so it can't be taken while we sleep.
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Where is the light that doesn't cauterize our eyes?
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Cause we are nearly blind from following signs.
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Even now, hear my people on the hill crying,
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"Zion! Zion!"
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but it is just a ruined city.
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Judah
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| After The Sirens |
