But pessimism I shun
Even though the sun and sky haven't met
I know the battle is won
Soon that yellow yoke will rise
And bring new life
As it's cracked into the skies
And boils away our strife
I haven't even put on my gowns
But today I will smile
Even if I face a sea of frowns
For He takes me to this tranquil isle
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