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Hands


All I need is my hands. 

I need my hands to create new life. 

You needed my hands to make me a wife. 

You needed my hands to take the lead. 

I used my hands to plead. 

Our hands hold so much power. 

They can destory.

They can hate. 

But most of all they can love and create. 

Our hands can make fine art.

Most from heart. 

Our hands can build great things. 

Sky scapers, homes, even the great pyramids. 

Most is unlimited. 

So all I need is my hands. 

 

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