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A universal thundering rolls through the sky,
A restless rumble
Clouds are gathering, dark and tall,
Yet within the heart, a light stands tall.
Through lightning’s flash and thunder’s shout,
The house of hope stands firm, no doubt.
For even when skies are heavy and universes collide,
Hope finds a way, it will not sway.
Through the thunder's rage, a flower will rise,
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