The sun sets later,
There's more to see.
The shadows that follow us
Grow longer,
But the nights are shorter;
And the brilliance of morning
Splashes us with a new day
Which the news cannot disparage.
We have stories not yet finished,
Heroes not yet heralded.
There is hope in our shadows,
There is peace at dusk.
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