| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - just a dream.I take you into my arms,and I hold you tight.I wish that I could makeeverything alright.Finally, I answer you.There once was a time where we were okay,but that was long ago.But, baby, life does not work that way.he is when you showed me your arms,all black and blueI really wishI knew what to do.Riah, when will Jesus come?I want us to be alright.And you take my hand,and you hold it t
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