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What truth there is left, what hope might still live I think I can feel it, I think I believe it What love might have lived, what heart might still beat I think I can feel it, I think I believe it Gone is the darkness that I once called my home Or have I become it? Am I still alone? Gone is the fear. or at least so it might seem Is this the one of which I know I cannot dream. From Letras Mania