Too many sunsets have we seen
Too many mornings far between
Too soon the clouds have passed us by
Too soon the sun died in our eyes
Broken wings that cannot mend
Are we afraid to dream again?
Our days are full of passing faces
Our hearts are bruised in many places
Yet all shall be well
All shall be well
You’ll see all shall soon be well
All things, all men, all the world
Shall be well.
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