A quiet voice whisperedSo faint it might have been carried on an autumn breeze Even as the winter of tyrannyDrove life into dormancy Defiantly and resolutelyThe voice would not be silenced The threat was not to be mistakenEver present and clear as a summer day It was in the face of such great evilThat one…

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