Hope

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I see nothing but clear blue skies,
While all the sadness flies.
To where the truth slowly lies,
And everything surpass the naked eye,
Faded as the day, passes the night.

Each light that vertically shines,
Lightens the dark horizontal lines.
Parallel to what we usually see,
Infinitely drawn and set free,
Every dark beginning always has
A lighter ending.

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