BETTER DAY
Be quiet, my heart, and stop beating so;
The birds of the air have somewhere to go.
Winter is coming, and on they will fly
To lands of sunshine and pleasant sky.
So will you, doubter, if trusting like they,
Reach to the land of a brighter day.
The birds of the air have somewhere to go.
Winter is coming, and on they will fly
To lands of sunshine and pleasant sky.
So will you, doubter, if trusting like they,
Reach to the land of a brighter day.
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