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We sing of yellow dragonflies and brilliant orange sunsets,
of dappled forests and oceans, dancing with life.
We sing of generations of lined and loving faces,
and eyes, clear in their knowing.
We sing for the hope of the children, of hope for the world,
and the new rooster song, fresh each morning.
We sing of blessed yesterdays and holy tomorrows,
of changing colors: the seasons, shining with light.
Where yellows and oranges, forests and oceans wait for us,
wait to find hope for the world.