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| CONSCIENCE |
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She is my light
She is my night
She is my warning
When I’m becoming subject to a mood
When I’m becoming subject to a friend
I hear her call
And when I feel afraid
And when I stumble in the shade
Of an iron hand
That grips the land
I hear her call
She is my word
A simple sword
Of dignity
She is my light
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