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After the night comes...what?

After the night,

so long, so dark, so silent and alone,

the day.

After the black,

so deep so cold, so oppressive and so bleak,

the grey.

Despite the anger,

red and fierce, so final, blazing raw,

will you stay?

Though I regret,

reform, reduce the differences so slight,

words hold no sway.

Beyond the cloud,

so thick, so low, so damp, the sky,

so they say.

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