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sunrise
i
must
think
of
a
new
life
and
i
musn\'t
give
in
when
the
dawn
comes
,tonight
will
be
a
memory
too
and
a
new
day
will
begin
burnt
out
ends
of
smoky
days
the
stale
cold
smell
of
morning
a
street
lamp
dies,
another
night
is
over
another