If I could ever love again
the way I know I can,
I would dream to be,
in the spirit of my man,

If I get another chance
to hold on steadfastly,
I will vow to stay,
and play most joyously,

and yes, I'll say I'd weather,
the very stormy days,
paying close attention,
to his different ways,

I guess what I am saying,
is in the past I did,
maybe misinterpret
intense motives hid.

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