Coming out of the darkness,
I have stepped into the light,
Many a things i have got to see,
Which hitherto had been concealed from my sight.
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Every morning, with the rising sun, a hope arises in me.
Bosoming seems the time when the dwarf sapling of glee will tree,
When you will step out of my dreams, into reality.
All at once thereupon solved would be i,
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