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When I Stand

Trace this poem with your finger,
And then you'll come upon a hand.
It doesn't matter if you hold it,
But will you be here when I stand?
Feel the thunder on your shoulders,
And see the rainbow grace this land.
It doesn't matter if you follow,
But will you be here when I stand?
Let the sunrise kiss your forehead,
And lead you to your destined plan.
Remember how I always promised,
to lift your life up when I stand.




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