We pine for sunshine bright


 not afraid to suffer

contemplating song of compassion

new-born hope

guardian angel

always does more than we ask

at the same time gloomy earth smiles

in a moment devil will attack tomorrow at dawn

there is nobody here no savior

we will be wounded or dead




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