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At long last, the dawn arises,
With the presence, of breaking Sun.
No more the night's oppressive blackness,
With the dawning, comes the measure.
There is much more, to be done.

The days of darkness, will soon pass
And light of day, replace the morass.
The evil lives on, as haters amass,
Suppressing all those, who differ in class.
It's a terrible thing, if you agree,
Our citizens, all must be set free.

I will do anything, anything at all,
In Winter, Spring, Summer or Fall,
To stay with you, thick or thin,
Good or bad times, without or within.

God only knows, what is in store,
For those who trod this path before.
Descending into, the loss of a mind,
Painful to see and much too unkind.
For that path, that does still descend,
Into a life, now lost into oblivion.

There was no expression of love, today,
No hugs, no kisses or to say,
I love you so, please do stay;
Talk to me, about things, far away.
No touching, no holding, nothing, any way
Conveying love, that was, has gone astray.
Perhaps it will return, some spring day,
That's my plea to God, I pray,
To please return the love, I say,
Left her love for me in disarray.

A spring wind, whistles through the willows,
The ground beneath, is wet with rain.
The coolness of the breeze, does remain,
Until the Sun, pops out, once again
And the glories of springs song refrain.

Each morning, comes the dawning
Of a bright, new, sparkling day,
As the Sun slowly rises,
On it's chosen path, today,
To say "Good Morning World."

When day is done and time for bed,
May I rest my weary head,
On your breast, to reflect, about today?
When in the moment, I can't say,
If the good thought, will still stay
Or simply, so simply, just vanish away.
When thoughts of yours, disappear from view,
I will still treasure, memories of you.

Don't weep for tomorrow
With memories, from the past,
For no matter, what you do,
Those thoughts, seldom last,
For we must push on,
Through pain and deepest sorrow,
If we are to have
A happier day, on the morrow.

You come to me, in vivid color,
But I only see, in black and white.
You say that you love me dearly,
I admit, that is hard to see.
I know that is not your problem
And the problem does start with me.

The easiest thing to do
Is simply, run away.
I cannot do that, I replied,
As that is not my way.

The call came, from far and wide.
Do not watch, the evening tide,
For those, who, do decide,
Will not go back, to be inside.
Captured by the moonlit side
Of surfs, sweet sound to deride,
Nevermore, for eyes of wide
And so to you, who must provide,
Shelter to all those, still outside.