November '15 - Le jour que la lumière était noir

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In the very beginning
The world was light, pure light
Then time moved on
And the light grew dim.

In the very beginning
There was song, beautiful song
Then time moved on
And the song sounded faint.

Then there was the day
When the light was black
And the song was broken
Discord ruled the city.

There were cries
Of sorrow
Now we only remember the fire
And the pain.

We saw our mother stop breathing
With the tears in our eyes obscuring our view
We heard her last words
And we prayed "Jèsus! Marie!"

The angels did not come, though
The god did not help us
We had her body in our arms
While the light went out and the song stopped.

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