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HANDS
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What beautiful hands that
Write such words.
You are forever engraved
Upon my heart.
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A meeting by chance,
I think not, for together
we are brought.
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And they can only
Grow and grow and grow.
This promiss I make to
You my dear;
I promiss
To never go.
So take my hand
And walk with me,
Hold me, and never
Let me go.
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