The day I held your hand,
With tears on my cheeks
and pain in my heart,
I grew strong..
Not with your loss
but with another hope
that if not live,
we can die
with a smile and the head held high...
With tears on my cheeks
and pain in my heart,
I grew strong..
Not with your loss
but with another hope
that if not live,
we can die
with a smile and the head held high...
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