from the Song Cycle "Seven For Luck"
Music by John Williams
Lyrics by Rita Dove
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Just when hope whithers, a
reprieve is granted
A door opens, a reprieve is granted.
The windows you've closed behind you
are turning pink, doing what they do
every dawn. A reprieve has been granted.
Now the world is open. The sky begins to blush,
as you did when your mother told you
what it took to be a woman in this life.