A Quote by Steve Goodier
Every violent storm will eventually give way to sunshine; every dark night will finally fade into dawn.
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The night is dark, the waters deep,
Yet soft the billows roll;
Alas! at every breeze I weep —
The storm is in my soul.
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[Eventually the] hoopla will die down [and people will] run the same way we brush our teeth-every day, without a fuss.
