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As the sunlight lights the day, does the world begin to die As the sunlight lights the day, does the world begin to die. And be born again. With each second that quickly passes, clinging to old moments spent waiting for our time to come. Watching, waiting, looking listening, seeing. A flower blooming, forests burning, someone coming, footsteps running, a raindrop falling, tears are sliding. People dying, hand held tight, faces raised in wonderment at the sight of rising hope spearing through the darkened day. A single voice, a single word, a single thought. Preparing for a time when breath will come easy, life will be sacred, people are equ