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Hope
meant to live to die to see the ash tree burn in sight
a sparrow rise to work to die in the broken moonlight
lie there and smile your dreams wont come tomorrow
work in til your brittle nimble fingers stitch what legacy you'll try to invent
no hope is what it seems fears that grow white
they'll be in flight
the sky turn from black to yellow for tomorrow is your day
to come the day were your sorrow turns into a sparrow
your flight so easy and bright in the yellow sky tears wash the clouds away
happiness is here to stay
let love guide you your way
glide your wings through the rain
and your life here will have no pain
lovely
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