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She’ll
come upon you barely in time,
When you’re in need of a positive
sign.
She’ll take your somber, favorite
airs
And brush them away with the
thought that she cares.
She’ll come upon you walking at
night.
She’ll try to draw you into her
light.
She will console you til she
understands
You’re happy to suffer joy at her
hands.
Yesterday you thought she’d never
find you,
Lonely when you had no right to be.
She was always standing right
behind you,
Hoping you would turn around and
see.
She’ll find within you a measure of
fear.
You’ll want to run with the moment
so near.
You know some sorrow may come of
this day,
But denying what’s in you was never
your way.
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