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Holding on to the hope
Better Days ahead
They say;
The better days that refuses to show
Days line up to themselves
With twilight and dusk
Each coming with different songs
In similar rhythm
We must dance to the song
For hope to germinate
It envelopes itself in uncertainty
With red and blue atmosphere
Days pass with fruitless hope
Hoping it germinate
For a better experience
Yet we close our eyes
For dusk to turn to dawn
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