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I'm lost,

It feels like my world is falling away,

What is that; the thing that's gleaming so bright,

Is it my knight who will fight away all evil yet still lock me high away from everything,

Or is it my prince who will obey my every command, and secure me in the cold castle walls,

No,

No it's neither knight nor prince,

It's you my love, my friend, my very own guardian angel,

You will lead me toward great things,

And push me forward to see new things,

Yet not to far so i would accedently star from your loveing arms.

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