Lurking shadows, shifting light
What is it that you try to hide?
Layer upon layer, pretenses plied
Reasons decried, living in blight
Won't you ever put up a fight?
Oh promise of future, the dream of morrow
Arise from this fugue and dispel forever,
This night of sorrow
Let this depraved world, revel in your might!
Soar high in the sky, like the wind and the kite
Behold! The dawn is yours!
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