You’re beautiful, dear,
You are.
We’ve been through hell and back together, my dear,
We have.
I followed you following me down the deep path of our well,
And we’ve done so now so many times.
I promised to be with you through this all
And forever,
And I won’t break my promise to you.
We carry each other and pull each other and help each other,
And we never stop doing so
Because we know that
Alone,
We’ll fall again.
So with you I will stand,
Holding your hand
And keeping us strong
No matter what comes our way.
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