As rays of the blue moon,
pierce through looming clouds,
White hope lights up,
pierce through looming clouds,
White hope lights up,
dark corners of a forgone heart.
Even in midnight, the world,
carries new luster, new life
After a hundred days of darkness,
it quells a lifetime of strife.
Even in midnight, the world,
carries new luster, new life
After a hundred days of darkness,
it quells a lifetime of strife.
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