fOr thE hoPe tHat iS foUnd iN thE miDst oF tHe sToRm, fOr tHe peAce thAt iS fouNd iN tHe liGht oF tHe mOon...It iS thIs hoPe thAt nO onE cAn trUly uNderstaNd tiLl thEy haVe beEn theRe aNd sAt iN thoSe daRk shaDows of tHe breAking daWn....iT iS thEse thOughts oF a waYwaRd drEamEr, lOst iN thE dAylight hoUrs oF daWn tilL duSk, whEn alL iS silEnt anD stiLl aNd aLl yOu waNt tO dO iS flY awAy iN seArch oF soMething neW foR thE daWning dAy sO thAt thIs woRld maY bEgiN tO knoW anD undeRstand. In thIs miSt oF a mOrning whEre tHoughts Are tuRned tO thE hOpe beNeath, wheRe dreAms wEll uP insiDe tO bE dreaMpt aNd boRn aNd neW lifE iS seiZed..fOr thiS liFe wHich iS nOt mY oWn hOlds tHe esSence oF aLl hoPe aNd thAt hopE wilL bRing foRth a nEw toMorrow foR alL thE drEamErs thAt haVe eVer sAt aLone iN thE mOonliGht houRs oF tHe shaDowy plaCes juSt tO watCh thE raIn...somEhow lonGing tO finD thE hOpe thEy wilL neEd foR toMorroW.
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