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Darkness cloaks the sun

In moments like this one

We live to survive

Our joys deprived

Tomorrow seems like a fairytale

The past a disaster full scale

Yet in the dark

We see the mark

A mark of hope

That allows us to cope

When all is lost

And tempest tossed

We see a chance

And risk the glance

To see the sun

Before our days are done



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