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There
are days when I can't help but smile
Then
come the days when only a tear will do
When
blue sky is shrouded in grey
Cold
wind blows dreary and mourning
Life
is stripped away from vitality
And
all seems dark
When
spirit tries to find light
Passion,
its flame
And
desire seeks its hunger
Waiting
for the first warming ray
To shatter
the desolate air
