I found a boy I knew from last. Somewhere in time, where we had passed.
I found him by the garden gate. We passed again. It is our fate.
Finally Woken
Long lay the world in sin and error pining 'Til He appeared and the soul felt its worth A thrill of hope the weary world rejoices For yonder breaks a new and glorous morn.

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