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The hour walks slowly

Towards its brother,

Each empty day rolls

One to another.

For sunshine's song

Is washed with rain,

And rivers take

What did remain.

Yet dawn of light

Will dusk delay,

And brighter skies

To steadfast stay.

For lonely eyes 

A clearer view,

Each breath of life

Brings hope anew.