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"When you walk through a storm
Hold your head up high
And don't be afraid of the dark

At the end of the storm
There's a golden sky
And the sweet silver song of a lark

Walk on through the wind
Walk on through the rain

Though your dreams be tossed and blown

Walk on, walk on
With hope in your heart

And you'll never walk alone
You'll never walk alone"

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