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the story tells of bright and dark

the skin is rough, and it is led

by the hand infinitely blessed

give us gold, find the way

let our happiness fountain flow

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often we see the sky is cloudy

the patron saint holds out a hand

to grasp ours when the time comes

leading us out of the dark, dark wood

to the daylight in our grandeur

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comb the horizon for the blessing

of one who falters, one who falls

silent when the stream is dry

elegant in the way it must be

ready, ready for good to fulfill us

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