| One moment’s pause
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| One moments retreat
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| Away from the heat …
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| The silent surroundings
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| The black of the predawn sky
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| The chilled air of night
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| All give meaning to the sunrise
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| Without darkness
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| What would we know of light?
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| Day turns to night turns to day
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| A cycle that rules our lives
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| The darkness of night seems distant
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| When the daylight arrives
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| Two steps forward, one step back
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| It’s an unbeaten path we tread
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| Sometimes we get blown off track
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| Sometimes we get blown ahead
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| Life’s declines precede life’s highs
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| Like the lines on a biorhythmic chart
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| Between the lows the beauty lies
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| Don’t take your failure to heart
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| We may be dealt some cruel blows
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| By fate’s implacable hands
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| Changing the future — changing our goals
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| Laying waste to all of our plans
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| No promises, no guarantees
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| Of a rose-colored existence
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| Progress comes slowly — always met with
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| A measure of ruthless Resistance
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| Whether it’s the pleasure of success
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| Or the pain of rejection
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| Life doesn’t travel just one way
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| In either direction
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| Bitter cold December
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| Spirits — and time — seem as frozen
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| As the icy ground
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| But time will soon fall
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| And march inevitably ahead
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| The world keeps spinning …
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| Season come, seasons go
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| As we helplessly watch them fly by
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| But life has cycles we can Control
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| In our own hands our destinies lie |