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dark even
night comes and none will do the work
the end of light must mean the end of hope
we wait the stab from the well-hidden dirk
night comes and none will do the work
perhaps we may see day pierce the murk
before we reach the end of all our rope
night comes and none will do the work
the end of light must mean the end of hope