| Crescent Moon |
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| Poem written by Andrew Rowell. | |
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A sliver of hope, A sliver of light, A sliver of peace, That reigns through the night. A sliver of sleep, A sliver of dreams, A sliver of goodness, And the purest things. A sliver that says, “Move on. Don’t give in! Because I don’t every night, When my brightness grows dim”. “I know that sometimes, My light will be gone. But not for forever, So I still march on.” So if I’m browbeaten, And I just can’t cope, I look to my sliver, My sliver of hope. |
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