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this is how much

To catch the last rays of light
Pastor D on the Manna Bus
through sickness and in health
It can all be found in the hand
Small in comparrison
pastel pretty
ill give you my hand during your darkest hour
By Caitlin Heath
25 April 2008

I wanna scream it from the tree tops

scrape my knee on the way up

and

yell

this is how much you mean to me

so much that i want it to hurt a little bit when i tell

and

this is how far i'd go for you

to the ends of the earth

and

back

This is how much you mean to me

and I'm paying for all that gas!?

I want to always be there for you

even if you seem un-kind

because

this is how much you mean to me

nothin' could possibly change my mind

this is how hard i'll hold you

when your tears stain my sleeve

and

this is how much i'll love you

when you say that you love me

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