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The darkest moments.
Our oil running out
Our lanterns gone dim.
Our touches we set ablaze
All quenched out.
When we thought all hopes were gone.
We saw the rays of light,
Ceremoniously beaming from afar off.
Lost hopes were made alive again,
Joy restored to our souls
Like captives free from their captors…
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