Be that

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Beseech me, in my moments of despair

Take keen heed to me, when I'm in my solitary lair

Let my fairly path be fair, dont let the trespasser breathe my air

Embrace me senseless when I'm mostly in need of faith 

And stroke my hair

Rake your fingers through it till I fall asleep

Let me know you accept me

Let me know that after all this Laddie

You'll stay

And not go away

And keep going through the path we were meant to be...

Always

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