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When the darkness closes in

and the weary mind is lost

between the dead trees, slope and  cliff

and there is no hope nor if,

the angry mob of unseen fears

is approaching silently

*

When it is too late for tears

when all seems to be too late

will you be there

 to shine a light

in my darkest hours be

the one to help and make me see

that darkness always passes by

and the demons always die

when the daylight closes in

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