In this life we see through a glass darkly,
And know in part.
With faith, hope and charity,
And that ripple of sunlight,
We can always go down to the Hope Avenue.
Isn't a beautiful thing, to wake up with a smile? Isn't a bright thing, to stare at a sunflower? Isn't a sparkling thing, to see the shooting stars? Isn't a joyful thing, to stroll down the hope avenue?
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