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In the dakness sleeping sorrows thrive

What torment in sullen corners lie...

In hours such as these tears run dry.

When night holds it's Shadow's sly....

Mysteries sleeps with open eyes

Hold softly it's power before it fly's

The weeping heart, no longer tries..

The "mortal coil" wanes, then dies...

Something lost, or forgotten, the 

Mysty  eyes, shines to the tow, when

Restless hours frees the soul, Angels

Rise, to bring the light, when darkness

Bids good-bye.

So hold the faith in somber times, his

Light will  heal, when rising sunlight


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Hold The Faith