I'll be here.

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Angels may fall,
The sea may rise,
The heavens may part,
The sun might blind.
But I'll still be here,
My dear, I'll be here.

The trees may die,
Flowers may lose their petals,
An earthquake may shake,
A volcano may erupt,
I'll still be here,
My darling, I'll be here.

The pot may run out of money,
The bills may not be paid,
The nights may be cold,
They may take our house away,
I'll still be here,
My dear, I'll be here.
Still here.

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