| Narrator
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| One day as I lay down to rest
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| In a den for my safe keeping
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| I closed my eyelids for the best
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| And I quickly fell to sleeping
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| Was then I had the strangest dream
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| Which I shall now forthtell
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| All of a man who lived in fear
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| For the thought of going to hell!
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| I saw him reading from a book
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| And his legs they were a-shaking
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| The more he read the more he shook
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| Till I knew his heart was breaking
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| But I could not ask why he wept so As I said, I was only dreaming
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| But I’m sure that for some means of escape
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| Was the way his mind was scheming
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| He looked around this way and that
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| As if to make a run
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| But the burden that was on his back
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| It surely weighed him down
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| And as he wept he cried out
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| «What must I do to be saved,
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| And to stop this burden from dragging me down
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| Even further than the grave?»
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| Evangelist
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| Head over there, you’ll find a gate
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| Keep the light in your eye
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| That is the way of your escape
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| That is the way you must…
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| Head over there, you’ll find a gate
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| Keep the light in your eye
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| That is the way of your escape
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| That is the way you must … fly
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| Pilgrim
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| So I journeyed as a pilgrim
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| Never to return
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| Many dangers lay before me Lessons I must learn
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| Up the highway of salvation
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| My burden there I lost
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| Fell away and rolled right from me When I saw the cross
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| Then on an on I bravely went
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| Through the «Valley of Humiliation»
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| Was there I fought for my life
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| With the one that I used to serve
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| Then the «Valley of the Shadow
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| of Death"it hung over me I never thought that I’d see the light of day again
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| Then I found a friend, oh what a friend
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| We travelled together
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| Till at «Vanity Fair"they |