Dream Number 1 (Mercy)
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Smoky Hoss
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Think what we might
all is never quite right,
though closer and closer we may get
truly, we are nowhere near there yet -
The sun comes up after each dark night
this is true,
but, no matter how bright
each waning day holds a melancholy blue -
So here, for just awhile
we shall remain in exile,
together praying for the exodus
praying always, Hope walks among us -
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