Dancing man of sorrows, astonishing sight
Cool brow, in a fevered age ignited
Startling oxymoron, paradoxical truth
Premonitions of a glorious morrow ruthless
The lowliest vale shall elevate preeminent
Surpassing the blue sky’s unimaginable limit
There warm sun shines through the cold rain
Even the unholy shall be supernaturally graced
Where every dark sorrow, vile imagined slight
Shall be banished forever from this pale blue dot
Till all is radiated glorious light
Shining bright and stilled, amid the trembling night
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