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At Last
There's no pretending,
the dark woods are ending;
breaking in to sunlit fields
and glorious splendour.
The road has been long,
and dark.
Now behind you.
Peace has found you.
Happiness is all around you.
The grey bank of clouds have all blown away,
to let shine a new day.
A new dawn begun,
after winter's cold sun.
The dark years are past,
the door found!
Rich abundance is all around,
at last.
At last.
At last!
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