I trust the sun, come morning, will rise
as I trust December to carry white,
still the first snowfall I shall act surprised
and gaze in wonder through the night.
I trust the moon, come night, will glow
as I trust the Earth may keep on turning
and though these nights we feel alone,
I trust this fire will keep on burning.
I trust that not all deeds are fair
as I trust this heart to keep on beating
and as my lungs fill up with air,
I trust myself to keep on breathing
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