We shall not sleep, until the day,
until the shadows pass away
and light is coming strong and still,
alike a loudly spoken will.
We shall not move, until the wind.
Until the sea waves as if shield,
are coming towards one by one
and once again we tough be shall.
We shall not be, until we are
as wise and tall as mountains far.
And won't we know until the day
when knowledge hidden shall not lay.
We shall not talk until the word,
once whispered come in loud and heard.
Until the untold speech when said
and nothing covered shall not wait.
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