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later that day we made our way to the old cathedral door a flame a figure a shadow walked away towards the tower alone we must be close nearby hope cant her own way through dark its cold i'm told its grey there’s a light that never grows dim but if all can be made right there’s still a chance on new years day and if grace were here i would love to see her face someway somehow and if all is well that means there is still a chance in hell you are safe here in these arms of mine there is shelter through the mire of life claiming sanctuary from the fire that drove you in you are safe here in these arms of mine climbing the stairs towards heaven making our own way into the room empty barren not another soul in sight then when the moon came crawling there in the night a great divide a whisper a motion a calling were the 99 all right From Letras Mania