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Hard times
We grow and let go
Of all the things, we think we know
We hold tight, to the things that are right
That keeps us from pacing long into the night
Pining for the time when the sun shone bright
And in the dawn’s ethereal glow
The demons we wrestle fading slowly from sight
Faith finds us, reminds us that day follows night.
Good times
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Hard times
We grow and let go
Of all the things, we think we know
We hold tight, to the things that are right
That keeps us from pacing long into the night
Pining for the time when the sun shone bright
And in the dawn’s ethereal glow
The demons we wrestle fading slowly from sight
Faith finds us, reminds us that day follows night.
Good times
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