Whats life if hope doesn't hold his hands?.....
There was never a sun,
That did not await the rain.
And darkness died a willful death,
That the light could live.
Whenever the sky did weep
The earth sprouted to comfort.
The darker his clouds were,
She made her blossoms brighter.
The roots of love are deeper now,
Though the shoots don't show.
Do not doubt the doting buds,
That do not flower in spring.
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