Ever Onward
The end is near, for all descends,Rampant failure, overwhelming strife;
The world dips to depression.
But fear not, worry not, dear souls
For all those whose voices could never sing,
Those whose dreams are drowned and smothered,
We will live on, we will dream on,
and we shall always sing.
And in the end, when all is over,
When there is nothing beneath us,
We shall rise again, sing again.
Fear not, worry not, dear souls,
For hope shall never cease.
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