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Last night.

Last time I will see you,

Last time I will hold you.

A tear falls.

You pick it up.

You cradle me in Your arms.

You hold me to Yourself.

You take my sorrow upon Your shoulders.

You promise it will get better.

You are my friend.

You are the One.

You call me by name,

I am yours.

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