February 12, 2013
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Im the darkest of times when the sun never shines
They hopelessly wait for the chance to evade

In the moment of sorrow awaits a single candle
It sits lonely in the underlit room
Prepared to light the way

Soon they will awake from this nightmare
This life will no longer be
Destined to free a land of sorrow

As the golden sun
Emerges from the dark horizon
The harsh cold land
Transforms into beauty

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