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Mine is the power to end what has started |
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Mine are the words to end this game |
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Mine is the hope to stop the lying |
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To lead my steps to where |
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I came (from) |
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A window opened to the sky |
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A widow's tale spins through the night |
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A willow whispered into my ear: "You've wanted to fall for all this years". |
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And on the cliff's edge of these nights |
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The sea's so tempting to say goodby |
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And (along) with the spirits in my eyes |
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Vanish into the morning light. |
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A window opened to the sky |
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A widow's tale spins through the night |
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A willow whispered into my ear: "You've wanted to fall for all this years". |
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The Morning rose, my thoughts remained |
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Upon these foggy shore of |
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Clare Though my mind was willing there to stay (Walked firmly) into the dawning of another day. |
