Let the last leaf cling
To the bough or vine;
Weather all the storms,
The day shall be fine.
Life is truly trial-fraught,
Full of stress and sorrow,
Live another new day,
Just hope for the morrow.
The sky may be darker,
Brave the bleak horizon;
Let the bright dawn break,
See the light from the beacon.
As the rugged wind blows,
Never let yourself swing;
Hang on through the hard time,
Let the last leaf cling.
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