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    Thoughts of Today, Hope for Tomorrow

    Laying awake in the dead of the night,
    Engulfed in the flames of darkness,
    The anarchic orchestra by the crickets,
    And chilly whistle of the wind,

    Fire and flood of thoughts and memories,
    Deprived of the sweet taste of sleep,
    Images slide into vision on a grey scale,
    Pain no being finds gain,

    As the grains in the hour glass fall,
    Strains of letting go and moving on,
    Eventually to dream a new, happy,
    Cure for the broken beat in the chest.
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