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When all you have has crumbled to dust

And there's no strength left to fight

When you're down in the dumps and all seems lost

Take a breath and look at the lights

In the darkest nights, still they glisten

Believe me my friend you're never alone

For to the one who stops to listen

The lights of the night will guide him home.

                                                                             Litterator.

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