A poem

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Since we are surrounded
By such a great cloud of witnesses
Let us run, let us run
With perseverance the race marked out for us
For those who are to come, those who are to come
Every generation, every nation, every tribe, every tongue
They will sing, they will pray,
With one voice they will sing

Hosanna
 
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