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If the sun had turned his cheek,
If the moon refused to reflect my light,
If became an empty shell of regret,
Would you cry for me?

If my skin began to crack from the pressure,
If I began to fade into my lonely illness,
If the warmth of happiness dimmed from my eyes,
Would you cry for me?

If I were too weak to hold your hand,
If I were too blind to grasp your faith,
If I were too numb to feel your sadness,
Would you still love me?

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