When angry Earth went crimson
And distant sky wink torment
When despair rules your days
Never be weary
There's hope
Blue fishers with blue eyes
Fished all night without fish
When patience stab your face
Never be weary
There's hope
When red ink adorn your papers
And failure smile like friend
When success loathe your home
Never be weary
There's hope
Stinking Lazarus in the grave
Buried in the sepulchre of shame
When fate kill your faith
Never be weary
There's hope
Hapless being in a dirty slum
Clad in a tattered tog
When hunger raid your joy
Never be weary
There's hope.
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