When the water rushes atop the land we live on,
I will be there to hold your hand when we're washed away.
When everything we've ever loved and known is gone,
I will be there to help you rebuild it someday.
Sometimes I wonder when we will disappear.
Will it be with you or will I be alone again?
I ask that you never leave without me, my dear.
I don't ever want to be abandoned with other men.
If you do decide I'm not enough, who is it that will you find?
Will it be a beautiful maiden with daffodil hair?
Or will it be an intelligent girl that's so kind?
It doesn't matter because it'd always be unfair
Unfair to me and the things I do,
And unfair to the genuine way I love you.
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