In the dark of night,
When everything seem to stand still,
Until the break of light,
When tomorrow is just an idea,
Whose time will never come,
Until from out of some hideaway,
Here comes the sun?
And the glory of a sunrise,
Lies in the birth of a new day,
For, wherever that sun has been hiding,
It's always born to be this way.
You see, it's alright,
For a new day always comes,
Threatening to wash away the bad,
And promising the death of complication.<\blockquote>
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