Hands

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It was as clear as the sea
A crystal memory to me
That very last time
When eveything's fine.

I held your hand,
My number one fan,
Hoping and praying
That there'll be no mourning.

Still, I hold on
I just can't move on
I will never let go
Dear, I miss you so!

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