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It’s not the light itself we find
That gives the lighthouse worth
For a candle shines forth too.

It’s dependability when all goes dim
The light that shines when storms arise
The same light that shines in you.

You’ve weathered all the storms, my friend
And stood tallest after all has past
Not showing signs of wear

And every passerby can say
In needing your light through every storm
How glad that you were there!