Faith and prayer lift her up into the sky, giving her strength and hope.
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The woman sang in the church choir
About all the tired in a foreign land,
About all the ships that went to sea,
About all those who forgot their joy.
Her voice sang as it flew into the dome,
And a ray shone on her white shoulder,
And everyone in the darkness watched and listened
As her black dress sang in the ray.
It seemed to everyone that joy would come,
That all the ships in the quiet harbor,
That in a foreign land, tired people
Found a bright life for themselves.
And the voice was sweet, and the ray was thin,
And only high up, at the Royal Gates,
Involved in the Mysteries, a child wept
That no one would come back.
Alexander Blok
