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Here is my hand
So it happens
I've let you slip through my fingers before
My nails now no longer in your back; I must face that
I still want to be more than a shoulder; or a friend
So when you need something to hold
Here is my hand
I've let you slip through my fingers before
My nails now no longer in your back; I must face that
I still want to be more than a shoulder; or a friend
So when you need something to hold
Here is my hand
Published 24th Jan 2013
| Edited 10th Jun 2016
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