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You Make Me Immortal
Yesterday I'll walk with you,
And tomorrow I've held your hand.
The way I feel that no one knows;
Only you could understand.
Your gentle eyes, revealing your heart,
And your touch is the wind on a prairie's back,
Cool and calm like the mountain mist;
The smile inside that the unloved lack.
Your eyes dance with the northern light-
A great gift of joy you seem to be wearing-
The brilliant colors in the fading night
And a beauty inside not worth comparing.
