| Just beside the door
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| the bold and certain hand
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| That turned the dragons trembled
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| He touched the Holy Lamp
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| and faintly saw his feet
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| And just beside the door,
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| his pure uncertain tears
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| The burden fell so tender
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| and in the darkest night a rose grew by his feet
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| Stand beside me now,
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| I’ve been in your place
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| And you’ve been in mine
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| And the only difference
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| is our space and time
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| And the only light is somehow in the lamp
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| That’s at your feet
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| Why can’t you see?
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| But ain’t it high,
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| ain’t holy when you see?
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| And it’s just times when
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| I’m weary worries me Don’t you know how Aladdin’s
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| lamp guards the night
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| Ten thousand clandles beam
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| The silver stream you’re
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| searching for
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| Oh, friend, the words are true
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| I want to offer them to you. |