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Grace Dies Alone

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Be there for the Saving Grace
I shine through the night, the lighthouse for the ones in need.
But there is no Saving Grace for me.
There is no hero for the rescuer.
There is no fireman for the fire extinguisher.
No guardian angel for the savior.
So when I’m sinking, drowning, may you know that it was all to save you.
Because I could only save one.
And I chose you.





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