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When I was holding on by a thread, You were the thread When I was hanging in the balance, You held the scales When I was at the end of my rope, You paid out a little more line When I was drifting out to see, You were my anchor And when I began to sink, You were the ring that was thrown to me I know I can move on from here For you are the wind in my sails I'll never lose my way For you are the star that guides me I need not fear catastrophe You are my shelter in a storm I rub the lamp; you are the genie And I realize I have no other wish You are my love
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music: Chopin's Funeral March background by: Ace of Space |