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It's In Your Hands
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I realize your occurence
And I realize your existence
It's in your hands, it's in your hands
That's the consequence.
I see your certain glance
And I see your independence
It's in your hands, it's in your hands
That's your elegance.
I admire your intelligence
And I admire your competence
It's in your hands, it's in your hands
That's your consistence.
I enjoy our corresponcence
And I enjoy how our thoughts condense
It's in your hands, it's in your hands
That tells my conscience.
Your are in my mind like seen by a lense
And if there was a paradise garden, you would be the fence
It's in your hands, it's in your hands
That's what's in your hands!!! |
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