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Bella

There are mornings that go bad
You think today is ruined
Then out of the clear blue sky
She appears on a white cloud
Calling you, making it worth while

The frown becomes a smile
The frozen heart becomes a ray of hope
Their it goes that great unknown
But you are worth millions of souls
For giving light to the darkest of them all