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I’m the flash that catches night-club lovers frozen in embrace
A sparkle on the wave that patterns sand in its trace
The glint in weasel’s eye that paralyses with its gaze
I am the light
I’m a cliff-top beacon guiding lonely sailors through the storm
The moon and stars you’ve prayed to since the earth was born
I’m the sun that sends its golden rays to ripen your corn
I am the light
Your morning is coming
The new dawn is breaking
The first birds are singing
Their echoes fill the glen
Your morning is coming
The first birds are singing
Their warm hearts are bringing you home again
I’m the silver streaks that fly across the sky at night
The eternal cemetery flame to keep your spirits bright
If the energies of darkness strike you blind, I am your sight
I am the light
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