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May 2012
I don’t know who you think you are,
Or who you think I am,
But I know we go together;
We can both go hand-in-hand.
The road is stretched before our feet,
The way is clearly wrought.
Come move with me through broken night,
Color my every thought.
Your hand in mine and mine in yours,
We’ll go through well and ill.
Hold me now and keep me close,
My fragile sleeping pill.
Too far between, though right beside,
I’ll never get enough.
We move along our broken street,
O’er every crack and scuff.
To times untold and days unknown,
We’ll share this painted dream,
And on this rock we’ll build our love,
By torn and tattered seam.
Written by
Rob Flynn
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   Tammy Bennett
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