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Unwritten Soul
You are my anchor in the harbor
When storms are raging in my sea
You can calm the tempest
That sometimes so torment me
You are the oil upon the crests
That are out to pound on me
Your light shines down for my eyes
In a world full of dark and cloudy skies
You bring answers to questions
That provide reasons for the whys
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Midnights Voice
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