| Down, where the valleys are low, there’s a refuge so high
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| And down, where the coldest winds blow, there the warmest winds hide
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| And deep, in the forest of woe, sweet deliverance is nigh
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| And deep, in the heart there’s a rose that a glimmer keeps guidin'
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| 'Til the heaven’s song begins the holy files a-burnin'
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| And the harmony is set to weave a silver sermon
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| And my heart’s aflame until the blessed rhythm’s churnin'
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| Push me on from the danger that’s pullin' me
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| And holds me so strong
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| Send a song on the wind to deliver me
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| Take me and rise, when the fire is on
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| Take the reins, and the loneliness fillin' me
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| And make my fear fuel, and the fuel hi-octane
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| Down, where the valleys are low, there’s a refuge so high
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| And down, where the coldest winds blow, there the warmest winds hide
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| And deep, in the forest of woe, sweet deliverance is nigh
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| And deep, in the heart there’s a rose that a glimmer keeps guidin'
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| 'Til the heaven’s song begins the holy files a-burnin'
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| And the harmony is set to weave a silver sermon
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| And my heart’s aflame until the blessed rhythm’s churnin'
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| Lead the way thru the glories deceivin' me
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| And reverie’s sway
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| Through the day when the hereafter’s holdin' me
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| Lend me a hand and I won’t delay
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| Send a ray thru the seven veiled mysteries
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| And break their sweet spell, and their links of chain |