The life of hope
Is tortured by bitter tears.The life of dream
Is devoured by wondrous night.At the dawn of life
Is the stark frown of death.Destruction-blows are dancing all around.
```From:Sri Chinmoy,Illumination-Song and Liberation-Dance, part 4, Agni Press, 1976
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