To hold your hand in mine,
I would find another way,
And never say good-bye.
If you gave me one more chance,
To kiss your lips again,
And spare me the fatal glance,
Death will not be the end.
If you would give me your promise,
Of love throughout the days,
It will not be upon us,
To turn to other ways.
If you can give me all of that,
There'll be no need to cry,
And always pondering back,
You never would have died.
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