The brightness of day,
the darkness of night.
Together we stand,
together we fight.
When the time comes
we all depart,
together for now,
for ever apart.
No matter what kind,
all love is an art.
But when alone,
the heart gets depressed,
no body to love,
it's love is opressed.
Broken inside,
in dakness it stays,
the need to hide,
for love there's no place,
from now on -
alone we stand
and alone we fight,
all that remains
is the darkness of night.
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