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"Blacker Than Dark"
When you are
Used to falling
Down the dim lit
Spiral stairs
Of circumstance
The top of the world
In your eyes
Is only a few
Inches above hell
When the sky
Is ever night
And the stars
Forget to shine
A shooting comet
Brings the hope
Of a thousand
Suns to enlighten
The minds of depression
And I testify that
The blacker the dark was
In my days
The greater
The Grace
That came
To save
