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Re: The 96
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 THERE'S A GOLDEN SKY
AND THE SWEET SILVER SONG OF A LARK
WALK ON THROUGH THE WIND
WALK ON THROUGH THE RAIN
THOUGH 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
Rest in Peace.
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