| Upon a secret journey
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| I met a holy man
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| His blindness was his wisdom
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| I’m such a lonely man
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| And as the world was turning
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| It rolled itself in pain
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| This does not seem to touch you
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| He pointed to the rain
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| You will see a light in the darkness
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| You will make some sense of this
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| And when you’ve made your secret journey
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| You will find this love you miss
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| And on the days that followed
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| I listened to his words
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| I strained to understand him
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| I chased his thoughts like birds
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| You will see a light in the darkness
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| You will make some sense of this
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| And when you’ve made your secret journey
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| You will find this love you miss
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| You will see a light in the darkness
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| You will make some sense of this
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| You will see a joy in this sadness
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| You will find this love you miss
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| And when you’ve made your secret journey
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| You will be a holy man |