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Dark Hour
----ode to myself
In the dark hours of night.
My friend,
Don't cry alone.
Crying is the angel of sorrow,
gradually ozing into your soul.
let me look into your eyes,
let me look at you.
whichever way you want.
Let me cry with you.
In the dark hours of your life.
My friend,
Don't suffer alone.
suffering is an infecious disease,
gradually killing our spirit.
let me hold your shoulders,
let me hold your hand.
whichever way you want.
let me suffer with you.
my path is as difficult as yours,
nothing will make it easier.
journey of life awaits,
not all is delight,
not all is bright.
nonetheless we try,
like a comet shone on the sky.
to the obsticals awaits,
will not go down without a fight.
In this fight we win life.
and all the glory that comes with it.
stay with me, don't loss faith.
stay with me, don't loss that smile.
our path has the same fate,
my friend,
why do you still hesitate?
my path is as difficult as yours,
nothing will make it easier.
only your love will cure me,
never say goodbye.
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April, 18th, 1999
Copyright � 1999 by Harry Wang, All rights reserved
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