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You can walk through raven fires
You can stride through stormy mist
You can stand in darkened storm clouds
And know that the end is nigh.
For every fire will burn out,
The mist is meant to clear
And the purpose of a storm cloud
Is to drain out all the fear.
The dark is just the day’s dreamland;
More is left to the imagination.
So with every toil and trouble that burns,
Don’t depend on desperation:
Pain passes, fear fades,
It’s only life and love that last.
So do something that's really worth your while:
Shine light to the world with your smile.