Every storm brings with it hope
That somehow how by morning everything will be made clean again
And even the most troubling state would have disappeared
Like the doubt over innocence
Or the consequence of a mistake
Or the scars of a betrayal
Or the memory of a kiss
So we wait for the storm to pass
Hoping for the best
Even though we know in our hearts
That some stains are so indelible
Nothing can wash them away
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