When all hope seems empty, There might be a tint left, Looking round and dull like a dooty, Like a person accused of theft. Sunrise give it nothing but clue, For it fails not to rise, Everything will be okay when all is due, At last, good fortune will be the price. Unexpectedly, the joy will come, Suprise and dumb by a good fortune, You will be relieved for all has been done, Making your star to shine like a moon, Although, today might be bitter, But, tommorrow, your life will be better.
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