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Bless You


May every sunrise, so dear and clear,
Cast its rays upon your every tear.

May every tear from your saddened eyes
Become debris from your midnight cries.

May every non-joyful tear bow in defeat
and be incinerated from the sunrise heat.

By sunset, before day turns into night,
May your heart and soul be free of fright.

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