All dark times passed; give me your hand
We'll see the light of dream inside -
It's bold and brave, it's great and bright.
I know, we'll find ourselves, my friend.
Our falling here was long and sad,
We tried so hard with no result.
But there's a cure from all insults
And it's in our hearts, my friend.
I missed my truth, but in the end
I see there's no this end at all.
As trees get naked in the fall
We're born again in love, my friend.
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