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HopEWhat lies ahead is naught but hazy mistWhat lies behind, where once I exist All I left, confusion All I thought, illusion All I was, delusion What I had I did not know I, a chance again, cannot forgo For that joy I long so much. Now I do so trust That through this mist I peer I shall find hope so dear And grasp I shall this bit of string And spend my strength to cling. On to the next I shall ride To find the love for whom I cried. Post-SAS |