Forlorn Friday

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Nothing good comes from
Heart filled with hatred
Broken strings not
Good music make
A gloomy day
Even a forlorn Friday
Will pass
Like the tree in winter, patient
Knows spring will come
Keep that light burning
Hope will see us through
An eye for an eye
A blind world makes
Fill hearts with love
Darkest days sure
Will pass by