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After Darkness Comes Dawn

To Bruno --

He stood with bowed head HIs soul was so low He mourned for the loss of his lover The night was so dark The future looked bleak He thought he would never recover

He woke up each dawn And dragged through each day And suffered through each lonely night He felt so depressed So sad and alone He thought life could never be right

Then one sunny The sky was so blue And sunbeams were gilding the air He happened to glance at A passing young lass And noticed her shiney gold hair

And later that day While taking a stroll A young girl was smiling at him A pretty young thing With sparkling green eyes Soft lips and a sweet dimpled chin

And day after day He started to notice A face, a sweet smile, a bright eye Of hundreds of women He met all around At work or when just passing by

One woman was graceful One lady refined And one was slender and tall One woman would wink Another would chat Another would ask him to call

Oh, handsome young man With such a bright mind And the sensitive soul of a poet The women out there Are now standing in line To meet you, to love you -- I know it!

Jacella - ooc