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My soul is weary

For those that roam in the darkness

Unaware of where they are going

Cattle being led to the slaughter house

Let this light shine bright in me

Do not let me snuff out Your love

That illuminates the city hill

So that they might see the truth

That they are in bondage
They are in chains

Being led to the gallows

Over everlasting death





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