F I F T Y S E V E N

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Rain falls, nights are sad,
A heavy heart, it's all gone bad,
Clouds hide the sun we once had,
In this bleak world, it's just so mad.

Don't hold on, dear, let it be,
Storms don't leave, can't you see?
No sun, no joy, no glee,
In this dark world, we're not free.

As the storm stays, we lose our way,
No clear skies, just endless gray,
No flowers bloom, hope starts to sway,
In this sad world, we silently pray.

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