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              THE LIGHT
Poem by Lizeth Tello
Music by Duke Etherton

A light is blown away 
As the wind picks up its pace.

The candle, once burning bright, Does not shine anymore. 
All sense of warmth disappears

As the shadows crawl inside,

Their claws grasping for flesh. 

When it seems all hope is lost,

The wind begins to die down.

In the dark, black room, 
A gentle hand comes forth 
To ignite a new light 
And the world is right again. 

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