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| The day after the massacre at Robb Elementary Schoool. (NYT photo) |
Cry for what it means
that the world has been lost
Each of us so precious
we contain a whole world
Mountains in our heads
blue as the light fades
Seas in our hearts
the tide of our blood
We hear it deep in our ears
like oceans like wind in the trees
The earth sound, our souls
born of the mists and the ground
Now something alive in our culture
is harming us, let us not turn away
Each of us a world our children
still trailing glory, let us not turn away
Cry for what it means
that the world has been lost.
