| This little light of mine
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| I was told to let it shine
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| But I stood idly by And watched that poor flame die
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| I kept it from the bushel and brush
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| And away from the grasp of men
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| I left that lantern in the light
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| Where my flame could blend right in I will bear this cross
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| I will wear these thorns
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| But I know
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| All this dark won’t swallow
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| All the light I hide
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| But still host
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| Her I’ll learn to hold
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| She will grow and grow
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| And she will shine so bright
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| «Don't let Satan blow it out.»
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| The teachers always said
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| But soon enough he figured out
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| It wasn’t worth his breath
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| 'Cause this little light of mine
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| Is losing all its' bright
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| Not to the dark I hold inside
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| But to the dark kept from its sight
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| Below the smoke still burns a fire
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| A small spark lives 'neath all these ashes
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| Promise me you’ll blow until I glow red,
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| bright fiery red
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| I’ve learned to smolder
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| All smoke but no flame
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| Ashes ashes we all fall down
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| (I long to glow like you
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| embers, bright halogen embers)
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| Ashes to ashes we all fall down
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| This little light of mine
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| I was told to let it shine
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| But I stood idly by… |