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May 07. 2026
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296I rise when all seems lost and dim, A quiet light at sorrow’s rim. I have no hands, yet I can guide, Through darkest storms, I will not hide.
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145296I rise when all seems lost and dim, A quiet light at sorrow’s rim. I have no hands, yet I can guide, Through darkest storms, I will not hide.
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