Life?

I hold my arms around you,

As if it is the last time,

Our love is so untrue,

But I need you to be mine.

The wind whistles through,

And the people party on,

Nobody's hone and there's nothing to do,

So they sing until the dawn.

Everything was so hard,

Until you came to save me,

My heart had found it's guard,

You are he friend you need to be.

The End

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