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Clouds form,
the rain falls.
Here is an umbrella for you,
my love.

The road gets rough,
you fall.
Here, let me carry you,
my love.

The tears start,
you cry.
Here is a shoulder for you,
my love.

Times get tough,
it’s all too much.
Here is help for you,
my love.

Here I am,
right next to you.
Not leaving your side.
Walking side by side with you,
my love.

I am here,
with you.

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