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Black day, stormy night
No love, no hope in sight
Don't cry for He's coming
Don't die without knowing the Cross
Sweet song of salvation
A pregnant mother sings
She lives in starvation
Her children need all that she brings
Flowers to the left of us
Ghettos to the right
There'll be bread for all of us
If we can just bear the Cross
We all have our problems
Some are big, some are small
Soon all of our problems
Will be taken by the Cross
Black day, stormy night
No love, no hope in sight
Don't cry for He's coming
Don't die without knowing the Cross
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