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As morning draws near she weeps
the emptiness ever so void
tears flow down her cheek into the grass as she reflects the moments that past the sky still dark no stars no moon the clouds of the ominous hide the shining light
the sun begans to burst through its warmth it power burning away the haze bringing forth a new day she feels a little hope and reflects on what can be wiping a small tear the reminant from sorrow the light of the sky now shining through she raises up from the grass and cherishes the past but looks ahead to what is to be a new day a new light and new hope will see her through.