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be/ur liv

 

 

 

As I grow old,

dont let me slip away

Give me the moon at night

 

and the joy of a sunlit day..

 

Give me a touch when I'm weak

and a stroke to my hand

Your love as a safe ground

where I can land.

 

And when I loose you're face

Will you still smile at me

you are the love of my life

until death sets me free.

 

 

 




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