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      O’ what serves in a whirlwind, 
 
  That which doth holds us near? To be a light, served inside the hallowed ground, What durance deals us steep or deep? What comfort serves us in our sleep? To be a light, bright and fills lost souls with sure delight, Hidden in this darkest of all dark nights.  | 
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