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Through the valley of scorn
Legs are stabbed with thorns
And the blood feeds those roots
And when the last ray of sun hits the valley
Those souls begin to rally
Tormented by themselves, they hear a song hope
A song that leads them on, keeps them walking on
On through the valley of scorn
Regardless of the thorns




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