but for the grace

there but for the grace
go i go i go i go i
there but for the precious lives
that spin their brilliant silver webs
in my gharish gloom i sometimes spy
in my hoary heart and shuttered eye
there but for another’s light
do i keep my lamp burning bright
against this self-imposed, never-ending night
till dawn brings clear salvific sight
go i go i go i go i

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