Louise

Louise

Most people I meet make me laugh
They sometimes make me cry
I love them and sometimes I let them go
They run with me through summer fields
Laugh with me down the phone
But Louise
Louise
Took my hand when I was in darkness
She took my hand and
She never let go.

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