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august morning
this is the moment when all things begin
until this hour we were just made for gain
the world becomes ours now to lose or win
we do not care if millwheels cease to spin
all sugar's sweetness came from human pain
this is the moment when all things begin
now we may have our say without chagrin
the master's silence making matters plain
the world becomes ours now to lose or win
no sign of sorrow shows now on the skin
no hint of any horror or harsh bane
this is the moment when all things begin
a sunrise such as this has never been
greeted by such a single joyous strain
the world becomes ours now to lose or win
and now we cast our anger in the bin
and wipe out all the years of horrid stain
this is the moment when all things begin
the world becomes ours now to lose or win