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Aug 2014
I Will walk up to your door in hand you my hand,  I will walk with you alone the past, I am here to stay with you, I am yours for every in every. So take my hand when I come to your door, Tell how much you want my hand on your hand.
Written by
amy lessig  Chickasha, Oklahoma
(Chickasha, Oklahoma)   
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