#130
Morning light, dawn of my life, say could it be returning to me?
Piercing again all of my pain, my struggles in vain on that darkest sea
How many twilights and mornings bright
How many nights of spring and autumn has taken flight?
Hope slipped away, night instead of day,
my steps lost their way in the tears that I weep
On that eastern sky dawn spreads its smile.
The fragrance of flowers in the air wafting by
In the first crimson light of this new years delight
bad memories die setting me free
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