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In moments of despair,
Break my friend.
Let the fear overcome you.
Let the sadness become you.
Because only there
In that dark pit of pain
True happiness can emerge.
Happiness so pure so glorious
That will put a shadow over the sun
And will fill with peace your tortured heart.
Do not fear my friend.
Dark times will come.
And you, you will break.
Break graciously my dearest
For you will rise again.
Shamed or proud
Pure or poisoned.
You will rise again.
The path of life though is yours:
You can keep crawling on the ground
Or you can fly high above.