O'er
all the land
A
darkness races,
Claiming
victory of fear in men.
Daunted
by the
Prospects
of shortage,
They
cower beneath the moon, when.
Taste
of light
Will
remain haunting,
For
a festive season brightly lit.
Sense
of foreboding
Of
troubles coming,
Cold
the night
Stars
will shine,
Filling
heart with mirth and joy.
Blessings
for love
Of
always hoping,
Upon
the god who became a boy.
Land
of freedom
Cannot
bring peace,
Until
our selfishness will have end.
Or
until desire
To
be different,
Man
and woman
Children
of love,
Know
I love thee endlessly on.
Believe
in doing
What
can be done,
Fill
our world again with pass-i-on.
Push
out darkness
Praise
only light,
Make
fear flee this solstice time.
Live
better lives
Of
sharing friendship,
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