When tomorrow comes,
I'll be on my own,
Feeling frightened of,
The the things that I don't know.
When tomorrow comes, when tomorrow comes, when tomorrow comes.
I know the road is long,
I look up to the sky,
Darkness all around,
I wish that I could fly.
And I sing along, and I sing along, and I sing along.
I got all I need when I got you and I,
I look around me and see a sweet light.
Stuck in the dark but you're my flashlight.
You're getting me, getting me through the night.
You kick start my heart when you shine it in my eyes,
You and I, it's a sweet light.
Stuck in the dark but you're my flashlight,
You're getting me, getting me through the night.
(I typed all of this btw)

She took up a scalpel and slit the monkey's abdomen, making a slow and gentle cut, keeping the blade well away from her gloved fingers. the spleen was puffed up and tough, leathery, like a globe of smoked salami. she did not see any bloody lesions inside this monkey. she had expected that the monkey's interior would be a lake of blood, but no, this monkey looked all right, it had not bled into itself. if the animal had died of ebola, this was not a clear case. she opened up the intestine. there was no blood inside it. the gut looked okay. then she examined the stomach. there she found a ring of bleeding spots at the junction between the stomach and the small intestine. this could be a sign of ebola, but it was not a clear sign. it could also be a sign of simian fever, not ebola. therefore, she could not confirm the presence of ebola virus in this animal based on a visual inspection of the internal organs during necropsy.