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Jim Steinman

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You can take the darkness from the deep of the night
And turn it to a beacon burning endlessly bright
I gotta follow it 'cause everything I know
Well, it's nothing 'till I give it to you.

 
Jim Steinman

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Till the man-brute Wrong be driven
From high places; till the Right
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Lift the world up, though you fall
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In all the islands set in all the seas,
And all the lands that lie beneath the sun,
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