Hope

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There is a space you can find. Sometimes.
After you have gone through more than you thought you could bare.
After you have lost and longed, waited and hoped. Only to lose it all again and again.
In that place, sometimes, a little bird sings.
It sings a song of hope, love and life.
It is the only true song there is.

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