l can always count on you for your eyes.
When everything turns ugly,
You see the beauty inside.
l can always count on you for your ears.
When everyone refuses to hear,
You were there to care and listen.
l can always count on you for your lips.
When l'm weary and troubled,
You speak the words of comfort.
Perhaps only time can tell
When this counting
Shall end.
Yet l can always start
From the beginning...
'til l reach you my friend.
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