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For Gramma Wait and pray, pray and wait – That’s all that I can do. They found it, now too late – I don’t want to lose you. So much to me, you’ve been – Always strong, never weak. Raised me ‘til I was ten, Yet now I see you meek. Please tell me you’ll fight back, Won’t let it win, or give up. I need you, it’s a fact – After all, it’s just a lump. Know I’ll always be here When you’re weak or scared – We can face this fear After all that we’ve shared. Wait and pray, pray and wait – That’s all that I can do. They found it, now too late – I don’t want to lose you.
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