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There is nothing as sure

As the ring of truth when

The day goes dark and trembling

When the worst of the storm has left

Us contemplating the branches at our

Feet , the tree we trusted uprooted and

Broken.

On our lips, there is a solicitous silence of respect.

We know that hope is just another word

For the sunrise

Tomorrow.

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