When the night gets to its utmost
Darkness and loneliness follow
When you shiver out of frost
Filling it up what so hollow.
Find your way out before get lost;
Before the night have you swallowed.
Put your head up high; find your leading light;
Keep searching even if it is not so bright.
Do all your best and start to pray;
Even how hard it is; you’ll find your way;
Give yourself a chance to breathe as you go by;
With Pure feelings can put up with anything; just try.
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