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A tiny poem of hope and faith when all appears lost. |
| Dark clouds, shadows of a brighter history; Hope curtailed, don't give in to the misery. Never be afraid to cry, Rain pours and opens up the sky. A little faith and you'll follow through, Tiny rays of sunshine play peek-a-boo. So battle on, happiness is in your hands; The sun shines bright over golden sands. |