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Stand by me through the darkness of the day And wrest me from the dampness of the dew. Remove me from the devils I pursue And from the bad intentions I convey. Life's lips grow cold when loving thoughts do fray And death their dire absence will ensue. If man can shake his fist at all that's true I dare not here in Mortal life to stay.
The wind has gone; the darkness is forlorn. |
