East

The sun will rise,

And open our eyes.

Their sleeping hearts,

will beat again.

 

Morning is here,

and night disappears.

The darkest blues,

blend into golds.  

 

The Dawn Arrives,

And We have survived.

Wake from your sleep,

and take this chance.

 

Our sleeping hearts,

Will beat again.  

The End

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