Tremble not, young one
The dawn shall raise it's head
And the lost will find their way back home
Far away from the of the dead
The wind will lash
And the storm shall blow
At your restless weary heart.
The branches will tuck you in the deepest sleep
Let in not break you apart
And though your bitter soul
Lays burdens on your mind
Remember that the day too has its end
And the glimmering moons shall arise
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