The Night is long, the heat intense
A little breeze sneaks in now and again
With the breeze, comes hope of restoration
A sign that all may not be lost.
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There will be light at the END of the tunnel
That is our greatest believe.
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We are hope
We see hope in our reflection
We are the light at the END.
Wonderful poetry
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