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Hopeful Harmonies

In twilight's glow, the voices soar, With chords that dance on freedom's floor. A beacon bright, a dream reborn, Together we rise, hearts never worn. As Springsteen's echoes fill the night, Hope thrums alive, igniting the light. With every chant, the spirits blend, A symphony of change, on unity depend.

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Hopeful Harmonies