In the mists of the morn
I hear voices, distinctly.
In the mists of the morn
Sometimes, when all hope is gone
I hear voices............voices.
These voices speak words of hope.....
These voices thunder in my heart.
In the mists of the morn
I wait;
I wait to hear these voices.
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