The most pleasant hours of the day
Arrive again as if they’d never gone
The seconds, marching, lead the way
Each hour brings with it a song.
While the incandescent sun, with such generosity, keep us alive
And provides reason to endure the strife
I shall use my hours to help love survive
In its’ quest for everlasting life.
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