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                               LOU

   When I did not understand, you were there to take my hand.

           When I was tired of all the lies, there was you.

           When I was tired of all the cries, you were true.

            When I did not know what to do, there was you

          When I was blue, there was blue.

      When I though my search was through, there was you.

                

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