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I long for shelter
From the stormy seas of life; There's nothing better Than a helping hand in strife. A friend in need Is always hard to find, But if I plant the seed God will be oh so kind. Sometimes I want nobody, Other times I cry. In this restless body I feel that I could die. I do not long for one To hold me in the night. I want a heart to come, One that will be right. Judgement is not for me, Neither are regrets. Among friends there will be Neither strife nor secrets.
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