N. 83

When the sun falls from the sky we rise as warriors
So yield your swords and claim your destiny 
Do not fear the night and its uncertainty
Everything in time will become more clear
The words your toung struggled to speak will flow from your mouth like a river, like a refugee returning to his home, like a mother greeting her child
Hold your head high and look onwards
Nobody but you will stop you from getting there

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