In the Darkness of Time
These times were dreary and dark.
Of pleasantness they had no spark.
I wondered why that was so.
I never did know.
But a child came along
And singing a childish song
Gave me a hint
Of the daily tint.
It was not darkness anymore.
I could now see the sunshine galore.
The child in me came back.
Of sunshine no lack.
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