| Into the desert I run
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| Into the blinding sun
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| I know that you will come
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| To have and to hold
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| I sleep-walk in the night
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| I see your face
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| It’s burning bright
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| I reach up into the light
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| To have and to hold
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| When will you come
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| And how will I know
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| I will wait down by the waterside
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| I look around at the world I see
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| Pain and kindness uncertainty
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| This is not what was meant to be
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| To have and to hold
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| Maybe we met
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| A long time ago
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| When I was a man walking blind
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| I many be searching my life through
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| I may standing right next to you
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| This time I’ll know just what to do
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| To have and to hold
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| And I can see quite clearly now
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| And I can see quite clearly now |