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When the day ends and church bells are ringing when the valley is shroudedin snow, when you're feeling that hope somewhere vanished and there's no poetry left to console you, with the smallest step you'll find a way oh of fate borne and life is a jewel but stone will tarnish as dust will descend take a minute and wipe free the lustre, it'll mirror a day without end with the smallest step you'll feel it starts a journey your way. oh they tried to tell me but I'll learn for myself and when they tried to tell me you know the words disappeared on the wind I was running away and when the laughter echoes through you in a pale beaming ray and you'll know always and ever within you anyway. From Letras Mania