The darkest hour
It is before dawn
We sleep with great peace
How amazing we'll never yawn
Cause we have passed into graceful bliss
It is before dawn
We chat, smile and laugh
Through the day on and on
We never know, but a short time we have
It is before dawn
Where mothers and daughters prepare
The darkest hour is before dawn
Sons wake up into the air of despair
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