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In the cold, underneath a tree,
I'd drink from the river in the rain.
I'd cry out, with all of my pain,
"My God! Can you hear me out there?"
He answered me like in veign,
"My man! I'm always here.
Without me, you'd live in fear."
Underneath that tree,
I looked around to see,
a place I could sleep that night.
I called out with all my fear,
" My dear, where are you now?"
Without a word, she opened up her arms,
and held me with all her heart.
She said, "Don't ever let me go,
or else this world around us will fall apart."