Searching for what I had never lost
But will I ever find it again
The days pass by and newer are the nights
The colors fade away, so does the light.
The nights feel cold and I am sure
that when. I wake up I will find a cure
For broken hearts and lonely times
And the never committed crimes
The laughing and the purging of sorrows
And the many to come 'morrows
For each day will have a new dawn and each night be a happy song
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