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The Virtue Signal
It's the haunting carols I love most
In deck hall echo reverberation
Boosting the confidence of any ghost
Into an exalted propagation...
Where abounding grace feels right at home.
But the echoes tell us grace cannot stay.
It must, by heaven, be allowed to roam
To see grace abounding on Christmas Day
Where all exalted merits take their time
Slowing the roll of the frenzied soul
Counting out wavelengths to grandfather's chime...
When intonation from an oriole
Might...trend set tranquil days...into years.
Then grace may abound ever and anon
To wear down all of humanity's fears,
Or cobber Hanukkah with Ramadan.
It is a delicate dream. This I know.
But haunting carols...are not just for show.
In deck hall echo reverberation
Boosting the confidence of any ghost
Into an exalted propagation...
Where abounding grace feels right at home.
But the echoes tell us grace cannot stay.
It must, by heaven, be allowed to roam
To see grace abounding on Christmas Day
Where all exalted merits take their time
Slowing the roll of the frenzied soul
Counting out wavelengths to grandfather's chime...
When intonation from an oriole
Might...trend set tranquil days...into years.
Then grace may abound ever and anon
To wear down all of humanity's fears,
Or cobber Hanukkah with Ramadan.
It is a delicate dream. This I know.
But haunting carols...are not just for show.
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