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A lonely soul has traveled from afar, probing the future, seeking the past, toiling arduously, and pursuing a dream. It knows not whence it comes or it goes, born in tears and fading in despair. Though trampled underfoot, it is still holding on. Your coming puts an end to afflicted life adrift. I catch a sight of hope, and welcome the light of dawn. I gaze into the misty distance, I catch a glimpse of Your shape. That is the radiance, the radiance of Your face.