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The sun will shine? Storm clouds mask its power.

All the world seems bleak and colourless;

Dull hopes deep beneath refuse to flower.

The sun will shine.

Science and Experience may express

Assurances that life will not be dour

Forever, but the unalloyed excess

Of misery, depression and the sour

Taste of darkness batter and oppress

The chance for light to pierce my blackened tower.

The sun will shine?

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I thought this poem

Would be a bright happy one

So please, what went wrong?

Brian Hick February 2013

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