O replace!
Replace what of the Earth
Of power be
What of the Earth of glory
Be
What of the Earth
Of wealth and
palatial be
Replace!
Replace!
Dreams lie in wait
By corners of
The nights!
And
We will touch again
Those heavens that
Each of us
Saw and touched
In us
The child!
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