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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 is a golden sky, and the sweet silver song of a lark

Walk on through the wind, walk on through the rain

Tho\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\' 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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