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Hang on

The tide must rise and still

Thou wilt not alter mine own will

Towards thee

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Hang on

I stand on firmer land

Take hold and clasp my hand

In thine

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Hang on

My footing makes me sure

I can carry it and more

Besides

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Hang on

I sense thy hesitance

Lose not thy confidence

In me

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Hang on

No matter how fast thy grip

Upon my robe. I won't avoid nor slip

Away

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