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‎If the storm comes 
‎if it rains  
‎if happiness & dreams are covered in darkness  
‎I will never be lost…  
‎Holding your hand  
‎I will spread my wings of pink light
‎and touch the blue   
‎I will paint  
‎some defeated pain on the sky  
‎I will wrap the diary of insole erosion
‎in the tower of memory   
‎I can’t think of anything right now  
‎Yet I have to think   
‎about a miraculous dawn   
‎I will find happiness   
‎by placing my hand in whose hand…
‎I will not get lost   
‎I will walk along the long beach  
‎The scent of flowers and the fresh air
‎will be lost 
‎Don’t be afraid  
‎I will walk along the long beach.  
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