Walking with a King

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I walk with a king;

He walks along my side.

He keeps me safe from harm;

He is not afraid to die.

I walk with a king;

As I look into his eyes.

He understands my heart;

He is not afraid to die.

As I walk with a king with a tear in my eye.

He slowly looks at me;

He is not afraid to die .

Why, should I.

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