| If I should find myself in blackest night
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| And fear is stabbin' me all over
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| A tiny prayer cracks the dark with light
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| And I here sounds behind my wall
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| Inside, a still small voice, it calls and calls
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| Then like a thunder bolt it falls and falls:
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| My God!
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| When life becomes more real than children’s games
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| Or we’ve become too old to play them
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| We’ll grow old gracefully
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| We’ll hide our shame. |
| but there’s that voice behind the wall
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| And like my conscience, it is still and small
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| Each word is mercy, protects us all:
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| My God!
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| «Et in lux perpetuo»
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| «Deu domine»
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| «Et in pax aeternus»
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| «Deu domine»
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| I was a boy, when tempted, fell sometimes
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| And fell so low, no one could see me
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| Save for the eyes of Him that sees my crime
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| When sheep, like me, have drifted lost
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| All frightened children who are tempest tossed
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| Down flies His wrath like an albatross:
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| My God! |