Out of our loneliness lust
Out of our helplessness rage
Out of our separateness fear
But still the children come
And the clouds and the sun
Still work on carrying and
Scattering the new dreams
And the cactus and the desert rose
Still speak of tender triumphs
Only the hummingbird knows
And the gods still live in the trees
And those hopes who become crows
Still caw and caw forlorn
In the hearts where love is born
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