when you walk through a strom
hold your ead up high
and don’t be afraid of the dark
and the end of the strom
is golden sky
and the sweet silver song of a lark
walk on through the rain
walk on through the win
though your dream 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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