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Ever the darkness kills your sight
Love you seek you lost the light
I wished upon something right…
Zephyrs in the sand that glitter
All that shines will always be silver
Between, before, behind the night
Enters the rays of something light
Twixt’ the dark that hides the love
Hope will come, hope will come.