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Dark. All is dark. The sun is set, moon and stars blanketed by cloud. Dark.

Cold. All is cold. Sun set, and fire dead. Cold.

But in this dark, in this cold, there is light and warmth.

Hope. There is hope. Hope is bright, and hope is warm. Hope.

As long as there is hope, I can keep living with a smile on my face.


With hope . . . I can keep living.
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