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I thought I was the girl with everything
If only you could stay
Thought I had it all and anything*
But those were lies I've been forced to say
And find myself searching;
Looking at all the things you've been saying to me:
No reasons. No answers.
Why couldn't I see?
                        Do I deceive myself?
Make of things what I want them to be
all through those days
when you were all that meant to me?
I'll be the spark
To light your fire
I'll be the water
To quench your thirst
I'll be the blanket
To warm you up
I'll be the breeze
To cool you off
I'll be the light
To guide your path
I'll be the hand to hold
In this journey
Young to old.
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