There Are Many Times Of Darkness In My LifeThere Seem To Be Many Patches Of ShadowsThat Too Easily Cloud The Sunlight Of Your PresenceWhy Do I Awake To A New Day?Only To Discover That Its Just Another Monday MorningWith No Sign Of Your Promised Joy Of Your PresenceOh, I Know There Are The Good TimesThe Times Of Friendship And LaughterThe Times Of Peace And Beauty And SolitudeBut They Are The Minutes Rather Than The Hours Or DaysThey Are Fleeting While The Darkness LingersDo I Rush Around Too Much To Appreciate Your Tranquility?How Can I Reach Out And Feel The Warmth Of Your PresenceWhen Life Seems Ice ColdAnd The Day Is Darker Than The Night?
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