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When darkness clouds in, my faith is deterred,
Fog and despair surround me, my vision blurred,
Turning to and fro, finding nothing in the night,
They all want my autograph
but they don't know how I write it
The things I read behind closed doors
made me who I am-
but how can I be what I have read if I cannot speak out loud?
