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Created on: May 02, 2008
The light reflects,
Off of the glass.
And in that small bit of light,
There is a small piece of hope.
Hope flies from window to window,
Spreading joy to people.
giving them a small meaning of life,
Until it reaches the glass house.
The house takes the small piece of joy,
And turns it into a million.
And the peaces fly to every door and window,
And give strength to every man.
And man can now face the tremors of life,
Men can now endure the hardships of failure.
Now men can know joy and life,
And men can feel the love.
Now man has the courage to speak out,
And Man is not afraid of death.
And because of the one house of hope,
Men hope once more.
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