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she told me that life is unpredictable, yet we all know how it ends. so lets hold hands and slow dance, and if it starts to rain let your head fall back and be baptized again. soaking wet, we'll lose our grip on everything, you to me and me to you but ill let you fly and still pray youll come back to me God will let you keep it, if its truly meant to be. if not then "ha ha ha ha haa" right up in his face there's more fish in the sea. but realize, many rivers think theyre oceans, and many puddles think theyre streams but if i was you i would seize the moment, make sure there's no air in between, and hope that God sheds some mercy, and never let go of me...