The fires burnt out,
The days done,
It's now just smoke and clouds,
What was, will not be,
What it always was,
But change to what will be better,
There is still the night,
There is still the night though,
And it won't all be better till tomorrow.
But tomorrow is todays dream,
A hope to be kindled,
But never seen,
Yet tomorrow will come one day,
And maybe it will be better than today.
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