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What beautiful hands that Write such words. You are forever engraved Upon my heart. A meeting by chance, I think not, for together we are brought. |
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A meeting by chance, I think not, for together we are brought. The oceans are deep, So they say, but Deeper we will go. |
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This promise I make to You my dear; I promise To never go. So take my hand And walk with me, Hold me, and never Let me go. |
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