Tell naïve day
I have had lots of it
And roaring storm
It shall not break me
Tell dark night
I have seen more
Sun rise after-
Tomorrow be better
A man lost his hand at sun rise
And a child his eyes at mid day
My lady lost her breast at dawn
Tomorrow will be better
Wash your tears
And belong to the breeze
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