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SEARCHING
Blistered feet
And weary bones
For miles I walked
And I am alone
Searching to find
A bright new ray
Hoping to see
The turn of day
Where shall I go
How can I find you
Elusive angel
To steer me through
My path is dark
Your strength I need
Guide me safely
I will succeed
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