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If to the ground I go slipping Please take your hand away For it is I that did the tripping So it is here that I must stay But keep near me old friend For this might become that day That I earn my right to ascend And begin to find my way
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Mar 11, 2017
Mar 11, 2017 at 11:18 AM UTC
Slipping
If to the ground I go slipping Please take your hand away For it is I that did the tripping So it is here that I must stay But keep near me old friend For this might become that day That I earn my right to ascend And begin to find my way
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Mar 11, 2017
Mar 11, 2017 at 11:18 AM UTC
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