During the blue twilight 

While the mist is sleeping

And there is barely a sound of breathing, 

don't give up hope.

There will be sun after the storm

There will be a strong love after you're worn.

Peace will come after the war

And the morning star will reach to the sky

bringing the light of morning.

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My community
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