Vaguely I remember sunshine,
And flowers all in bloom,
I have some dim memory,
Of night with stars and moon.
It seems that there were colors,
Orange, yellow, red and blue,
A world filled with beauty,
In every shade and hue.
Now, all is black,
With darkest shades of grey.
It seems that light is but a dream,
And things have always been this way.
But then I see a glimmer,
Light, like an old friend.
Then the door is closed,
And all is black again.
When you live in darkness,
You come to fear the light.
All the flowers wither,
And die with the night.
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