In the darkness of the night,
When you're short of all but sight,
Find in your heart a light,
And put all things wrong right.
In the darkness of the street,
When the maker you're to meet,
Avoid a heavy beat,
Use your own two feet.
In the dark room of the dead,
Hands and feet made of led,
Do something good instead;
Find the water to tread.
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