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Heres to the moments of encouragement that bless our lives, and to the people who bring them to life.

When you walk through a storm,
Keep your head up high,
and don't be afraid of the dark.
At the end of the storm is a golden sky
And the sweet silver song of a lark,
Walk on, through the wind, 
Walk on through the rain, 
Though your dreams be tossed and blown, 
Walk on, walk on,
with hope in your heart,
and you'll never walk alone,
you'll never walk alone

Songwriters: 
BENJAMIN WEISMAN
FRED KARGER
SID WAYNE

This song was shared with me today by one of my life's greatest heroes, and without doubt it'll echo long into the future, more meaning with every read. #Spreadthelove

You... wherever you are, just as you are, you are deeply, truly loved.

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