I feel ill when you are not had,
When the world keeps you from me I start to feel sad.
Yet I will not falter to such things as rules.
Our hearts are strong like everlasting jewels.
So join me in this time of stress,
We will pull through then surely progress.
Grab my arm and hold my hand,
Knowing after every fall we'll always land.
I promise.
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