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Lord Keep Your Arm Around My Shoulder And Your Hand Over My Mouth.

The World Had Taken A Deep Breath And Was Having Doubts About Continuing To Revolve.

To Describe My Mother Would Be To Write About A Hurricane In Its Perfect Power. Or The Climbing, Falling Colors Of A Rainbow.

This Is My Life. It Is My One Time To Be Me. I Want To Experience Every Good Thing.

But Still, Like Air, I'll Rise