The long and heavy dark begins to fade,As golden morning breaks the edge of night.The shadows drop the weapons they had made,And flee before this new and piercing light.The mountain peaks receive the rising sun,Where once the freezing winter used to stay.The painful hours of the dark are done,And joyous clarity commands the day.The frozen ground begins to warm and breathe,As rivers burst from under sheets of ice.No longer must the troubled spirit grieve,Or count the bitter hours of the price.For victory arrives to clear the air,And banish every ghost of our despair.
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