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I stand this day We Know it's morning It's not for me to stay
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I'll wait for the Between the darkness he will provide the
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Where did my angels run and Where are the with lucky eyes? Where do the sleep at night? this night, how can I?
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So I'll for the messenger Between the darkness he provide the clarity Can not
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