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IT IS SEVEN O'CLOCK IN THE MORNING

O' WHERE HAS THE LIGHT GONE

COMING FROM BEYOND THE CLOUDS

I HEAR WATER FALLING TO THE GROUND

I SEE FLASHES IN THE SKY

BUT, NO SIGN OF BRIGHT LIGHT

AS DAYS PASS STILL NO PROGRESS

WHERE HAS THE LIGHT OF HAPPINESS GONE

WHERE IS THE ENERGY TO GIVE NATURE LIFE

WILL YOU EVER SHINE AGAIN

ALL WILL DROWN FROM SO MUCH WATER

THESE HAVE BEEN THE DARKEST DAYS

THEIR IS NO SUN WITHOUT HER SMILE

THIS IS THE STORM OF MISERY

WILL I EVER SEE HER SMILE