Hold me tight,
But not so tight,
That I stifle to death,
Be gentle like the pepper wine,
That climbs up,
The Areca tree,
Both grow together,
In peace,
Give me space,
That my mind seeks,
Let me be free,
To discover the path of life,
I want you to walk besides me,
Never leave me,
Behold me when I fall,
I need you,
To be there…
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