Your youth begins in sunshine,
blue skies, green grasses clear.
Innocence, faith, and smile not one single fear...
The dark is at its height,
the world is grim despair,
All around you the joy of stars,
The joy they will not share...
...And yet you keep on going,
glowing through the night,
going on along your path,
Coming to the light...
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