Life Is Like Dyed Black
Sometimes life is dyed black.
All you see are blackness
Forgotten hope to look for.
The day seems to be night,
Sadness and emptiness in the heart.
But life is the most wonderful gift.
And even in the darkest night,
There always light that guides our way.
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