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Uttarpara

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I will hold your hand While we walk through the park I will hold your hand When you are afraid of the dark I will hold your hand When you are sad I will hold your hand When you are mad I will hold you hand When you cry I will hold your hand Until I die I will hold your hand As we walk down the isle I will hold your hand Forever and a while I will hold your hand As they empty the flower baskets I will hold your hand Until they close the casket I will hold your hand untill we grow old, untill no more can be toldto, sweet friend!! ~~~~~~~~~~$$$$$$ ~~~~~~~~~.$$$**$$ ~~~~~~~~~$$$“~~“$$ your sweetest smile ~~~~~~~~$$$“~~~~$$ Perhaps just every once ~~~~~~~~