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The process of my words profane |
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The poems I still breathe |
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The soothing silent masterpieces |
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Hanging on the breeze |
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That brushed me with your spirit |
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And left my head at ease |
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That woke me up and lifted me |
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To see a moment freeze |
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I still see you naked |
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In my naked eye |
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Underneath the honeysuckle |
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Naked summer sky |
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Far off dreams I lead with you |
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In other lives |
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That gently pass us by |
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We may never speak again |
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Or wonder why |
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You woke me up and lifted me |
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To see a moment freeze |
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It made me cry |
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The quiet waters by |
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And by |
