We shall be resurrected still among the books of Vondel
In Netherlands center of the world
We shall be resurrected still in the mighty light of Amsterdam
Resurrected there where the beauties
Are the identities of things and freedoms their names
And pulsating and alive are the shapes
In the vivid light of Amsterdam
We shall be ressurected there where grain moon and art
Are the castle of mankind
We shall be ressurected to look upon misery
From the top of a pinnacle
In the pure light of Amsterdam
Because it is imperative to cleanse the heart of humanity
And position the dark cross accurately
Under the golden light of Amsterdam.
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