There's so much darkness.
Darkness you will always find
In the purest of the light.
In the laughter of a child
On the moons shining bright
Even in the farthest wild.
In a leaf that falls gently
In the shadows on the streets
In a face that smiles friendly
When your eyes, his eyes meets
In the holding of one's hands
In a promise at the wedding
In the deserts dried out sands
In a lover who's pretending
Everything's just fine my dear,
Why the sadness in your voice?
In the morning she'll have left,
Because she had no other choice.
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