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| Candles light the darkest room, Penetrating doubt and gloom. Though they may be bright and stout, Tiny puffs can snuff them out. Yet we have a flame within, Stronger than the blackest sin. It's the Holy Spirit true, Shining bright for me and you. Never will it dim or die. You can't quench it if you try. | ||
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