When upon a sunny day,
Nature casts a sky of gray,
Mind that it will return,
If the face isn’t stern.
When the sun shining bright,
Falls down and leaves us night,
Our hope must stay alive,
Only then the sun will thrive.
Nature casts a sky of gray,
Mind that it will return,
If the face isn’t stern.
When the sun shining bright,
Falls down and leaves us night,
Our hope must stay alive,
Only then the sun will thrive.
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