The sun today rose
as everyone knows.
And the summer
now long past behind.
~
Our nights grow long,
though nothing is wrong.
But of winter,
it does surely remind.
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Our life like time,
filled with rhythm and rhyme,
and with joys and tears to fall.
A bright side’s for us to find.
~
Buy night we rest,
for our daily test,
which springs every dawn.
We choose the tune in our mind.

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