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Will You Be There

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LordAzrael85

Published: Jan 16, 2009

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When the stars guide the moon
     and their shine brings something new,
        will you be there?

When I'm holding hands with you
     and admire the things you do,
        will you even care?

When your plans all fall through
     and I am still here for you,
        will you sit and stare?

When our world crashes soon
     and our hearts become confused,
        will you still be there?

We can converse amongst a garden of gentle embrace
Until the stars wilt willingly like celestial roses;
Resting beyond eternity above a sea that never fades
With a love that never dies and a bond that only grows...

When all that's left is love, will you still be there?

Daniel Haigh
Started: 01/15/09
Finished: 01/16/09

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Will you be there?

Something that came to me after watching "Across the Universe."

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