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My weary hands can't hold all weight I sacrifice my hands for you To give, to hold, to heal If you come to me, I will gently carry you I will plow the soil dawn to dusk Working in the piercing sun The sweetest rose Gently touching the sky My speckled head flowing with determination My glowing eyes The streams of steadfastness breathe inside me For I, the thick roots, which one lies on Comforting and secure, wrap beside me For I will lie beside you - for as long as time
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May 11, 2016
May 11, 2016 at 1:13 PM UTC
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My weary hands can't hold all weight I sacrifice my hands for you To give, to hold, to heal If you come to me, I will gently carry you I will plow the soil dawn to dusk Working in the piercing sun The sweetest rose Gently touching the sky My speckled head flowing with determination My glowing eyes The streams of steadfastness breathe inside me For I, the thick roots, which one lies on Comforting and secure, wrap beside me For I will lie beside you - for as long as time
lei-ryce
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May 11, 2016
May 11, 2016 at 1:13 PM UTC
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