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| Through the dark and foggy night There's a beacon burning bright In a tower trim and white. It is quite a welcome sight, Which can banish gloom and fright And can help us see aright. How we cherish any light That can save us from our plight And protect us from all spite. We shall overcome our blight, Flee from corners that are tight, And fly higher than a kite. | ||
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