The rain could cleanse the wrongs I’ve done,
The sun could heal my soul,
The breeze could let my dreams ascend,
So their whispers could console,
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The moon could light the path I take,
The stars could be my guide,
The dark could shield the ugly truth,
Those thoughts I seek to hide,
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The sleep I crave could fall anew,
The nightmare fears could fade,
The cold could turn to warmth again,
And let peace once more cascade.