Sometimes days are dark as night,
and nights refuse to end.
Some roads traveled seem so smooth,
until you round the bend.
Sometimes sweet, it masks the bitter,
sometimes the bitter wins.
Some days grace is overflowing,
some days are marked by sins.
Some times clouds blot out the sunshine,
some days sun breaks through.
But every day, in every moment,
I'll be loving you.
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