Even if the clouds obscure it,
Doesn't mean the sun is dead
Even in the pluvial season
That soft light is everywhere
When you're feeling cold and weary
It is not the end of days
And the night is singing to you
Lullaby of Milky Way
It may seem like ever falling
Into wormhole of despair
But the fall's and winter's howling
Always ends, welcoming spring
So whenever you are sorry,
Bitter, tattered, out of grace
Just remember simply that
Sunshine comes after the rain
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