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After light, there’s dark, After dark, there’s death, After death, there’s life, For a soul to walk the night.
He shall walk the night, or a day, Whatever he may choose, He shall walk the earth to find his lost, To heal the heart that bruise.
If the love he may never find, Then may he walk a thousand miles, As the heart will never heal again, And the eternal tear will fall, And dropp into a thousand styles.
Anna Andrews
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