I'll be with you watching the sun rise;
Be there waiting with you as the moon shine.
Pulling you close as the tearful sky cries;
Holding your hand wishing as a star dies.
And wishing upon its last earthly glow;
As the harsh winds disagreeably blow.
Not rain that falls from the sky but cold snow
Life may seemingly end...yes love won't grow.
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