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When you are sick, I'll be the cure
For your sadness, I'll be the laugh
When you cry, I'll be the tear
The carmine one so full of fear
When you're down, I'll be the wings
That raises you higher and higher
When you're blind, I'll see for you
I'll see through me, it's strange but true
In a way I shall be unbearden your cross
And in a way you'll feel my pleasure
When I touch you my instant fear
When I am you I feel my death is near
When you are cold, I'll be the fire
That keeps you warm, cremates your dreams
When you sleep, I am in your dreams
Within your soul and watch your sin
In a way I shall be unbearden your cross
And in a way you'll feel my pleasure
When I touch you my instant fear
When I am you I feel my death is near
When you're in doubt I'll be with you
I've bravely fought since I first saw you
When you're weak I'll give you will
The shelter you seek sound to feel
When you hurt, I'll be the pain
The sweet and last, that falls with rain
And when you die in your pale hands
I will lurk and I will stand
In a way I shall unburden cross
And in a way you'll feel my pleasure
When I touch you my instant fear
When I am you I feel my death is near
