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we make our memories but not alone
we do it together do it always knowing
that pain can hit us right down to the bone
but joy isn't always there for showing
i write this poem when i should be there
to keep you warm but i will soon arrive
i'll try to keep you from the things you fear
and being with you know that i'm alive
there are some things it takes us long to learn
what matters and what doesn't and just how
what things will chill what things make us burn
the things that will in us be always now
that's why under the bluest sky above
i'll know what is meant by that word love