INTO THE NIGHT
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WHEN I go into the night beyond this world of ours, I dare not hope to find at once the shinning heavenly bowers,
No saintly halo have I won, no crown, no angle wings For I've been busy all my life just doing doing little things.
It may be I shall have to go a long and toilsome way, It may be cold and dark and lonely. That is why I pray That when God calls me home at last unto that far above I'll meet some dear familiar face upon the unknown road.
-Know Yourself
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