I'm in trouble,
Don't make it double;
You're my hope,
Don't be a dope.
Give me reasons,
Lets make some seasons.
Be my solace,
I'll build u a palace.
Together we'll gaze upon the sky;
With holding hands we'll try.
To comfort and console,
To repent and fix the hole.
Which you and I had once encounter,
Together we shall conquer.
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