The music of the stars on high
Ringing gently in the glade
Provokes a silent, feeble sigh
From those condemned and bound to fade.
The only ones who dared defy
Lie trapped in shadow lands of shades
Too near the edge to weep or cry
But others’ tears fall in cascades.
Both for the land and for their skies
For friendship lost and trust betrayed
Sparks glint again in long-dulled eyes
Glimmers of hope, and yet afraid.
The rustles of the trees reply
In whisperings their leaves of jade
Calling those who soon will die
Doing ere as they are bade.
And in this tongue that none can lie
There is a plea for help and aid
A song of oases left to dry
A lonesome and deserted glade.
The leap before the time to fly
Against the tide they always wade
But still they will unite and try
The plan for resistance is laid.

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