Feathers are scattered and the word is gone
Bring those songs which birds once sang
Bring those hymns which brightness sprang.
Oh, Furry isn't over and my soul isn't right
Life isn't chaste and the way isn't bright
All over dark stole name of that myth,
Renaissance of freedom voiced day of a might.
Undo, who can, that one was done
Before those words one sang that name
Found in their eyes that shine that reason
Handed them the word that wisdom that name
Oh, Freedom of this name, Oh, reason of this life
Let home free the spirit and the power of that love,
Brightness of the souls and magic of thy self
For me, for them, For rest of us.
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