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In the night of desperation, |
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in the day of lost desire, |
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in the tears of supplication |
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in the year of flood and fire. |
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Golden dreams may die away, |
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golden dreams they fly away, |
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and every heart the Lord redeems, |
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will find again their golden dreams |
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In the winter of our yearning, |
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in the season of our falling, |
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in the shadow of our turning, |
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in the shame of our lost calling |
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Beyond the veil of our despairing, |
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beyond the clouds of our temptations, |
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beyond the crosses that we're bearing, |
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beyond the stars and constellations |
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Golden dreams have flown away, |
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golden dreams we'll see one day. |
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Then we'll know what heaven means: |
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God paved its streets with our golden dreams. |
