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Reaching out to touch tomorrow's light;
Will it come or will it always be night?
Moments of content...
Have they all been spent?

Candle burning on the windowsill;
Found the door, but you keep wandering still.
Shadows cross your path...
Trying to distract.

Reaching out to touch some higher ground;
Look inside and you will find your way out.
...innocence that grieves...
...whispers...silent pleas...

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