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I know I’ll be fine. Allow me to cry on your shoulder and whisper to you all my adversities. Wrap me around your arms and assure me that I’ll be fine. I know I’ll be fine. Remind me of your sufferings so that all my sufferings may become a sharing to yours. I know I am not alone. I’ll be fine. I know I’ll be fine. The load is heavy; the yoke is hard. You’ll make it alright. I’ll be fine. I know I’ll be fine. Your love I can’t understand. Your ways are not like mine. I’ll tread your way. Your love will be my guide and stronghold. I’ll be fine. I know I’ll be fine. I may lose you in my sight because of my infidelity to your love. But, from your love I can never hide. I can never run from your love. I’ll be fine. I know I’ll be fine.

This is arranged to be a poem with counts & rhymes. Yet with risk to freeze the notes in gestures like mimes. Ah, why not write the lines in free-verse instead; And make the message more freely spread? We’re thinking of Manny & his music combined; And what common tones they have in line. We wish to write about his tempo in life: An allegro or adagio or his chosen style. His music is in-tune with his ideas applied, Beginning at dawn until the end at night. Notice in the morning while all rush for work To Ras Laffan where it’s clouded with smoke. Though this grazioso moves with grace intact He’d finish in time when Kuya Nap has come. He is our legato who dictates smooth sound That we too can play life and care less to rush. He can sing in solo, in duet and chorus. In harmony with people with whom he’d choose. Let’s learn from this maestro & his music of hint. How life is better played in a natural beat. At night his cadence promises not an end ...