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My anchor

My sea

Push me on

Pull me back when needed

I give you my heart

You give me the keys

To heaven above

Away from the sorrows I came from

Is it easier to say goodbye

Or keep you safe in my pocket

Feels like a lifetime

I miss those cracked hands

Worn from the days when we danced

The music is gone

Still you hum on

My anchor

My sea

Tell me when we'll meet

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