now the dreary days are set to be out of the way
chibok to see you am coming
and see returns of those suspended laughters
and the froth of peaceful cuckoos on the branch
the night of days gone tremble had been
the dawn of yet to come of hope...
as spring tides surge and seethe across the land
and the sun through the ruin will sail, again and again
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