Balance
During the blue twilight
While the mist is sleeping
And there is barely a sound of breathing,
don't give up hope.
There will be sun after the storm
There will be a strong love after you're worn.
Peace will come after the war
And the morning star will reach to the sky
bringing the light of morning.
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