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Nov 2009
when you  are lost in the dark and can't see your way,
reach out  and hold my hand,
I'm going to walk you home.
When everyone is against you and you feel out numbered.
You can count me as two, and I'll be standing behind you.
And when all you can do is curl up and cry.
Come look for me first, I'll come with you to keep watch while you let the walls fall and dams break with the huge torrent of tears of confusion and pain.
I'll never leave you, my friend...
I'm as close as you needing me can reach.
Written by
RandaRue
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     D Conors and Sarah Wilson
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