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It will not be easy, but together,
I believe that any bad weather Will be no more. Behind every cold, dark night Hope shines its eternal light. We must strive for Unity that peace could bring. As winter turns toward spring. Hand in Hand we can tiptoe carefully. Minefields of hate, I then forsee Will be no more. Foundations of trust, we'll build, Chasms of chaos will be filled By peace not war. Caring - love worldwide could bring. As winter turns toward spring.
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