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Now comes the evening when all of mankind,
Shuts up the shutters and pulls down the blinds
Where has that light gone, that shone through our window when we were children?

Now comes the morning on a desolate plain,
Rushes the wind, and beats down the rain,
Hear in the caverns, the echoes of pain and cries of the people

Now all the children, who live on the streets,
Come to that window all looking for treats
Now feel the splinter, the cold of their winter when, they find nothing

Now feel the anger of a suffering earth,
Her love for her creatures , her pains to give birth,
Her healing and breaking, her watching and waiting
For peace in our time

Right by that window, and written in blood
Lies the name of someone you love,
Had you but told them, and held them and kissed them
Things might be different

Now comes the evening when all of mankind
Shuts up the shutters and pulls down the blinds
Now comes the ‘morrow when hope is upon us,
Yes, we are children