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Sh-Ron Almeida

Asst. Arts & Entertainment Editor

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You take the wheel, I hoist the sails

I’ll offer a bucket, you fetch the water

You shiver from the cold, I offer the blanket

I burst into tears; you cradle me to sleep

You fight your enemies; I patch up your wounds

I sing on stage; you cheer me on from a distance

You collect the wood, I start the campfire

I fight my hunger; you offer your bread

You embrace me tightly; I lose myself to your scent

I take your hand, you squeeze it tightly

The bridge is strong between us

We won’t let the blades server our bond

Let’s put our heads together and dream the same dream


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