Reprieve
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the sun defeats the storm
as clouds transform to white
and now the gentle breeze
proclaims an ancient rite
despair came with the gale
but only found defeat
the demons fade from view
with death in blind retreat
though fear shall come again
still I embrace this day
to breathe the peaceful air
forestalling final gray
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