When you walk

through the 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 the lark

Walk on, through the wind

Walk on, through the rain

Though your dreams be tossed and blown

through the 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 the lark

Walk on, through the wind

Walk on, through the rain

Though your dreams be tossed and blown

from now on I will skip talking about our finances. That is a promise and will save myself from looking like a 








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