Jeg har fikset litt på den, slik den står til meg og mitt.
You are the ink to my paper, what my pen is to my pad.
The moral, the very fiber, the whole substance to my life.
You are my reason for being, the meaning of my existence.
You provide me the lighter fluid, the fuel to my fire.
You're my entire supply - gas, the match, and igniter.
The only way that I am able to stay so stable is you're the legs to my table.
If you were to break I'd fall on my face. ( Gud knekker aldri!)
But you're essential to me you're the air I breathe.
I believe if you ever leave me I'd probably have no reason to be. (Gud forlater meg aldri!)
Gud du er alt.
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