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Numbered days go by,

Yet all we see is pain.

And some no longer try,

while all our senses drain

        like teardrops into Hell.

While the months endure,

Some hearts are cracked with fear.

And ancient lives are sure

to slip away, but dear

        to those who sound the knell.

And yet the salt of grief

will spark the taste for life.

Yes, all around, belief

in who we are, grows bright.

        A fire from the shell.

All human life will yearn

for signs of what is true.

And each new truth we learn,

reminds us what we knew,

        before our mind could tell.

So let us now unite;

Forgive and trust, yes, fight

against illusion's wrath

and come to peace. Hold fast

        against the Midnight Bell.