After winter comes the summer. After night comes the dawn. After every storm, there comes clear, open slies. |
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Night is the blotting paper for many sorrows. |
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The night is bright, with a starlit sky, I sit and think, as time passes by. Oh starry night, with a moonlit sky, take me away, and tell me why. Give me a reason, for love's end, give me a reason, for why I lost a friend. I sit and think, all night l |
Think of your own faults the first part of the night when you are awake, and the faults of others the latter part of the night when you are asleep |
Think of your own faults the first part of the night when you are awake, and the faults of others the latter part of the night when you are asleep |