An impossible yearning
A pointless thirst
The thing that keeps us going
When things are bleak
The skies are gray
And the Earth threatens to open up and swallow you
You keep going...
When all is lost
And there is a meager window
There is a chance
And you take it as a source for all your energy
It's more powerful than you think
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