Blow my candle,
Dim my light.
I promise you,
I'll be alright.
Throw some blows,
Put me to a fight.
I promise you,
I'll never fright.
the path of the just,
Is as a shinning light
Which shines Brighter,
And brighter,
Unto a perfect day.
Na that path I dey!
Na why I no go fright,
Na why I go dey alright.
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