The world has turned white
the sounds are migrating
to the coast
gone is Heaven
lost is Earth
only ears to understand
our current position
this is not a good time
to lose our voice
better recite
'holy holy holy'
better play our softest tune
the lullaby to our youngest
better light the candles
in the window sill
we might find mercy still
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