It's Alright!

When I grow old and feeble ⁣
And my hands begin to tremble ⁣
Will you still hold me tight ⁣
And softly whisper, "It's alright!"?⁣
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When my eyes can no longer see ⁣
And my feet can't move free ⁣
Will you still sit by my side ⁣
And softly whisper, "It's alright!"?⁣
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When my skin turns ugly and dry ⁣
And I can't feel you even if I try⁣
Will you still sleep by my right ⁣

And softly whisper, "It's alright!"?