| Light no lamp when the sun comes down
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| The dark will speak, has things to say
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| Something lost and never found
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| Hides from the cold watchful eyes of day
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| Close no door against the cold
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| The angry storm is alive in you
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| It’s like a story never told
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| And it tears at walls that it can’t pass through
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| Save no time for later on
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| It can’t be caught like falling rain
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| But leaves the tongue, is sung and gone
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| Til only the song of regret remains
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| So light no lamp when the sun comes low
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| Pull the dark close to your face
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| Shadows fear covers you like clothes
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| But likewise so does love and grace |