Some day,
from behind
the dark clouds
Some day,
when waters
flow untapped,
Some day,
when seasons
have come and gone
Remembering
the deeds of times
past, we will,
When we will,
sit, joy and dine,
sit, joy and wine;
Some day,
from behind
the dark clouds,
a ray will shoot,
a way will shine,
Some day
Glorious that'll be!
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