And my hands begin to tremble
Will you still hold me tight
And softly whisper, "It's alright!"?
When my eyes can no longer see
And my feet can't move free
Will you still sit by my side
And softly whisper, "It's alright!"?
When my skin turns ugly and dry
And I can't feel you even if I try
Will you still sleep by my right
And softly whisper, "It's alright!"?
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