ANDREA

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  In the life storm, your eye.

  You, see, with me, can always cry.

  I want to be your rock.

  With me, see, you can always talk.

  I want to be your tree.

  Your island in the sea.

  I want it to be me.

  Your oasis in

  the desert sand.

  I want to hold you hand.

  I am somebody who always understands.

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