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As the end of night fades away,
The first light has come to play.
All was said but is not done.
No one had the will to come.
To a place to speak their minds
Too frightened to know their crimes
Those who speak of what they know
Are afraid to let it show.
But again we’re all that way,
So give me strength to face the day.
Let the our instinct take control
All we have and all we know.